Never An Angel

Tenth

        With a sleepy eye, Magdalen watched Olive sniff around the backyard. He had become more comfortable since the night before, but he was keeping a safe distance between himself and her. She didn't mind it, really, but it only reminded her of what a monster she could be. She never wanted to be that. She only...

     She shook her head. There was no excuse for her. She did what she did and she had to deal with the consequences.

     As she moved to pour herself more coffee, she heard Petra come into the kitchen, morning scratches and all. She poured another cup and slid it delicately across the island. "Morning," she mumbled, eyes averted. "How did you sleep?"

     Petra frowned, flipping her bedraggled hair out of her face with a swift hand. "I... don't know." She reached out for the coffee waiting for her and put a hand over it. "I mean, I know I slept, but I had the weirdest dream."

     "Oh?"

     "Yeah..." Petra's brows pinched together as she thought. "It felt so real." She finally picked up her cup and took a generous sip. "I mean, I feel tired like... like I actually did what I dreamed. Was I tossing and turning last night?"

     "No."

     "I feel like I was."

     Magdalen held her coffee close to her face. She glanced up, barely. "Well... What did you dream?"

     "You know, it's so weird. I don't usually remember so much of my dreams... but this one is sticking. It was... it started off kind of dumb."

     "What happened?"

     Petra shrugged innocently, cradling her coffee. "We were laying down in bed, cuddling. Probably after sex since we were naked." She chuckled lightly. "But then... I don't know. I got mad at you for something and we started fighting. Then... there was one of those time jumps. Suddenly I was seeing this angel in front of me."

     Magdalen spit up some of her coffee. "Angel?" she balked.

     "Yeah. With the wings and heavenly glow. Why? What's wrong with you?"

     "N-nothing... Are you sure it was an angel?"

     Petra scoffed. "I know what an angel looks like." She watched Magdalen wipe her mouth nervously. "What's your deal?"

     Moving quickly to pour the rest of her coffee down the sink, Magadalen stared outside. Her skin crawled. "I have to go."

     "Whoa, wait, what? Where are you going?"

     "Er... Murello's. I'm going to hang out with him today. Is that okay?"

     Petra's expression fell. "Well, yeah, sure but-"

     "Then I'm going to leave now."

     "Now? Can't you wait? We could have breakfast, at least. Please? I woke up this morning after that weird dream feeling... like I want to be with you. Let's hang out instead."

     Magdalen barely stopped herself from shivering. "I already promised Murello." She avoided Petra as she walked out of the kitchen to get her keys and shoes. "I'll be back later."

     Petra smacked her lips. "Well... come back early. We can have dinner. Watch a movie, or something." She crossed her arms over her chest, upset that she only received a hand wave before she was alone. There was something itching at her brain but she couldn't place it. So she sighed and returned to the kitchen, smiling when Olive trotted in. She took one look at him and cocked her head in confusion. "Did Magdalen give you a bath?"