Pink petals

Chapter 5 - Pillowfort Party

With the movement of the switch, the platforms merged. With that, I shape-shifted into my pick petals as Baracheil is gathering some things that might be helpful. For some reason this brings a smile to my face, the feeling of him still being like this for so many years. Yet I can't remember why. But somehow the feeling remains. But yet there is nothing.

After weaving through some obstacles and going up some platforms. There was a small comfy sitting area. Which was somewhat odd. Everything else seemed creepy and desolate. But this place seemed cosy, warm, and inviting.
Barachiel arrived and he sat down on a cushion.

" what? I need a break... Aren't you gonna join me?" Barachiel laid back on the back wall while letting out a sigh.

Reluctantly I went over to the made pillow fort. Because I was tired of using my power and also because it felt inviting and warm and- I'm not going to like being in this "place"!!

After getting comfy,

"Aahhh!" Barachiel hit me with a unicorn plushie! His laughter echoed in the small cracks in the tower.

You could feel the cold air from the small clips in the wall from the outside. The smell of wet oak wood and pinecones. I close my eyes to take a nap and the minute I fall asleep, I start to hear the distant galloping of horses. There are so many pillows and a few fluffy blankets.

The creaks on the wall, the breeze taking me back. I closed my eyes to relax.

I open my eyes to a large bed and... a child Barachiel!!? Is this a memory? He's sitting on a blue, comfy pillow. The whole room is blue and gold, even the bed. And it seems like we've made a pillow fort on my bed, using the curtains connected to the bed, pillows and blankets.

The only thing I know is that I can't leave the pillow fort because that means "they" win and that Barachiel is a good friend of mine. That is all I know.

Is this what it feels like to dream? Well, this one is immersive, with how realistic it looks and feels.

" right!" Barachiel said, bringing back to whatever this is.

"We can't let them take us to that party!"
He says with confidence.

"How and why?" wanting to know how he plans for us to win. He gestures for me to come closer. He makes his way to my ear and whispers "By staying here and not giving them a chance to speak us out of it."

Wow, that's a great plan. I thought in my mind while trying not to think of the many ways it could fail.

The protesting continued from two maids and one Butler. All three are still raging about how they should go and get ready for the party. But when coming up with a reason they couldn't come up with a good one. When they had given up and the party was about to begin in half an hour, the head maid arrived to get us ready.

But when she saw her maids and butler had given up she used her knowledge of cake and other deserts. But that did not seem to work. Then father came to get us...