Spinning Dimensions

Chapter 3

(_Purple_Dragon_ wrote this chapter)

Kim's POV:

I walk down the dark wooden flooring of the hallway towards the washing machine as if drawn towards it by an invisible rope. The door on it is yanked open by an unseeable force as I continue to draw closer. As I stop in front of the machine I notice the swirling colors on the inside of it. I also realize it is the same one as the one in my best friends house, minus the colors. What would that be doing in here? I think as a child rushes past me and into the washing machine.

"Come on, start it!" He says up to me. His voice sounded confident, as if he has done this a million times before. He looked young, maybe 9 or 10. He had an almond skin color and fluffy black hair, and wore a red long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up to just above his elbows.

"Okay," My words come from my mouth unwillingly in a voice that is not my own. "Just be sure to be back before dinner."

"Aren't I always, mother?" I smile as he says this, or at least the force that's controlling me smiles. None of my movements or words are mine. My arm reaches out to close the door on the washing machine, and I vaguely notice that it is the color of ebony instead of a creamy color. As the door closes and I start to reach for the start button, I start trying anything to make my hand not push the button. I even try to wake up as if it were a dream.

Then the button is pushed.

My vision starts to brighten and blur, and I fight to stay asleep. I must know that the little boy is ok. I then laugh at my own thoughts. Of course he will be fine! He is only a figment of my subconscious imagination! Then I let myself start to drift out of the dream. But why can't I control my movements in this dream? I question, and yank my mind back into the dream. Just as my vision focuses, I see the boy pop out of existence.

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I am suddenly out of the dream and soaking wet.

"REALLY?!" I shout looking up towards my father.

"Waffle?" He replies.

"Oooo waffle!"

"Waffle."

"Waffle." I nod vigorously, the fact the he dumped water on me completely forgotten as I hurriedly make my way downstairs and sit on the couch for the minute it takes to make waffles.