Her life crumbled when her fathers life was shortened.
She left the world of reality and created her own. This universe may not be all unicorns and rainbows but this is where she lives. In Dreamur's Reality.
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WARNING: This chapter contains sexual activities. Please be advised :))
Dreamur pulled the sheets back over head releasing the excited breath. She had just received returned phone calls back from three of the five jobs for interviews on Thursday. Luckily they were at different times even though they were on the same day.
Small cries came from the other side of the room. "Fuck." Dreamur cursed, unfortunately she wouldn't be going back in for round two of sleep. It was still early and Dreamur just wanted to rest. Dreamur huffed as she made her way over to the crib.
Clover's paci had slipped out. Dreamur grabbed a fresh one to put in her mouth. The infuse one had fallen out the crib somehow and she went to the bathroom to clean it. When Dreamur was done she put it in the basket, checked on Clover, and got back in bed. A few more hours would hurt.
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It was past eleven and now Dreamur was up scrolling through TikTok. Clover was sleeping as usual so she had some peace for the time being. Her phone rang cutting off her soft entertainment.
"Hello?" She answered, nonchalantly.
"Mmm, that's how you 'answa the phone mama?" Deondre asked, on the other end of the phone.
Dreamur perked up, muting the tv. "Hey Dre, how are you?" She asked, her voice lighter.
"That's much better. Good girl. I'm good, I was just in the neighborhood, and was wondering if I could come over?" Dreamur pondered, her mother wouldn't be back until late tonight, so she had the place to herself without adult super vision. She decided to do the smart thing and just text her mom and let her know. Caresha wasn't strict or authoritative over Dreamur. Yes she made mistakes but she was human and she trusted her daughter.
Her mom was fine with it and gave Deondre the okay. He was there less then ten minutes. Deondre gave her a hug lifting her off the floor. Dreamur didn't mind it. She missed being touched, and her sex drive was higher then heaven.
"Ain't no man 'gon come knock me in the head right?" Deondre teased. Dreamur shook her head.
"No boy. It's just me and Clover." She said. He nodded and sat down on the couch beside her.
"What you watching?" Deondre asked, unmuting the tv.
"In The Heat of The Night. It's a good show." Dreamur responded, scrolling on her phone. She had gotten off TikTok to see what else was going on in the world.
"That old shit. My grandma use to make me watch that. She hated The Boondocks." Dreamur laughed, Deondre joining in.
"Don't knock it 'til you try it." Dreamur encouraged. Deondre made at silly face, pulling out his phone. Dreamur occasionally glanced, careful not to show that she was looking.
