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"Dream," George mumbled, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, still disoriented when he wasn't fully conscious, "Shut up."

There was no reply. George blinked at the empty room.

It would be weirder if Dream was actually in here. Right in the morning or afternoon or whenever George had woken up. This was his own bedroom, the other shouldn't be close enough that his voice would rouse George from sleep.

And he wasn't. After looking around, narrowing his eyes at the darker corners and jackets hanging up, George saw that he was alone.

Maybe he was just dreaming about him.

Though that thought was already embarrassing. George's face dusted pink, he was about to come up with some sort of excuse when-

He nearly fell out of bed with a jolt.

George heard something. He definitely heard Dream, like he was right next to him, laying on the bed. But it was empty. He only grew more and more confused.

It was like the other was speaking to him, directly in his head.

Brushing his teeth, his own thoughts got crammed out by Dream's words.

"I'm going to record today. I promised myself."

Then a pause.

"Well.. maybe tomorrow."

George cracked a grin, but that was concerning already. He was having some auditory hallucinations of Dream, and that was nothing to smile about.

But he did, as he heard Dream's day unfold in his head.

A lot of it was difficult to understand, bits and pieces and random fragments. Sentences would trail off, and not everything could be a distinguishable phrase. Enough of it was, enough where George was questioning how he could even know Dream's whole routine like this.

"Patches, Patches, Patches. Wait-"

"Was she already fed? George better not have, we were supposed to put her on the new feeding schedule. Hm, is he awake? Maybe I'll just go in and ask. Maybe lay down for a bit if not."

He rolled his eyes as the other laughed in a scheming, evil manner.

Then George froze as he actually heard someone approach his door, just the sound of scuffled feet, easily unnoticed unless he was specifically paying attention. And he was, his eyes were glued to the subtle shadows cast into his room. He held his breath, waiting for a knock or for Dream to just let himself in.

But then he heard the drawback, from the other, still talking in his head.

"Nah, he'll probably just cry about it if I wake him up. How is he even worse now? Worse than me?"

George frowned at the unfair commentary.

"Whatever, I'll just eat. But what was I doing before that? Can't remember.."

"Feeding Patches?" George huffed out loud, to no one. Responding to the voice inside his head, the realization made his face flush in embarrassment.

"Probably nothing important. Something with George. Yeah, George."

"His little stupid sleeping face."

He opened his mouth to protest, but there was nothing he could do.

"Cute though."

George shook his head, hoping that would erase the thoughts. To remove any fantasies of Dream saying these things to him and about him.