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Kenna nodded, “Yep, let’s go.” She stood and grabbed my arm, helping me come to a stand too. I groaned and leaned against her shoulder. She laughed and allowed herself to act as my crutch as we ambled slowly to the stairs and my eyes wandered around and caught sight of kitchen…with a humming and inviting refrigerator.
Asmodeus departed from my mind just with that sight.
I flew from the arms of Kenna and staggered into the cold room and like a predator, I ripped open the fridge door. The cold nipped at my skin and I poured myself a large glass of water, my hands shaking.
Never have I loved water so much.
It slipped through my lips and down my throat where it seemed to heal the dry cracks that had seemed to open. More cold refreshing water eased and healed and I finished the cup with a gasp. Kenna laughed from the doorway, “Feel better?”
“Yes,” I smiled warmly, filled the cup to the brim again, and consumed the entire cup without once parting my lips from the clear glass.
“I claim the feather bed!” Kenna smiled and dashed upstairs.
“Wait…Kenna!” I quickly put the cup away and dashed upstairs with Pup on my heels nearly making me fall on my face with how close she was following me. Kenna peered out and with a teasing smile.
“They’re all feather beds,” she laughed and pointed downstairs while twirling her finger.
“Oh you’re evil,” I grumbled and swept the hyper Pup into my arms and I slowly made my way back downstairs, “The couch will be just as comfy as those…beds!” it really wouldn’t be. However, it was something to sleep on either way and I wasn’t going to turn it down.
I sat on the couch and it took as long as closing my eyes to fall asleep.
My dreams consisted of mixtures of events that started out at a bakery in my village and ended at the beach here today. Things happened that really didn’t make sense, but in the realm of dreams everything is accepted and nothing is questioned. Dreams can be cruel in their own way, you escape to them, and prosper, but in the end, you always wake up. And sometimes when you want to escape a dream, a nightmare per se, it follows you into the world. Either way, you always wake up.
It was the wet nose of Pup pressing against my cheek that woke me up. She perked and trampled onto my stomach lapping my face with her moist tongue and she leapt down, tugging on my sleeve. She howled and spun around, her barks finally ripping me from my slumber. “Okay, okay, what is it?” I yawned and pushed myself up. She dashed upstairs and I shook away the lingering temptation of sleeping and went to the restroom, cleaning myself up. Then, I began making breakfast in the kitchen, listening to Pup return, her excitement spreading a smile on my face like natural oiled down butter. Kenna made her way next to me and took a whiff with a lazy smile, “Good morning.”
“Sleep well in the feather bed?” I raised my eyebrows and turned to face her, my back pressing into the counters.
“Oh, wonderfully,” she hummed and spun over to the fridge, her hair dark golden brown hair whipping around, slapping her radiant cheeks, and she let out a wholesome laugh.
Dang, she was light a beam of sunshine straight from HappyLand. “Do you want some bacon?”
“Bacon?” she asked. Her expression was thoughtful and she smiled again, nearly blinding me with its intensity. “Yes, please!”
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The Girl with the Red Hood
Romance"The wolves had shared many very special and cherished memories with the village people and my family. They watched us grow up. They watched us take our first steps. They watched us learn out first words and leave for school our first day. They watc...
