The Journal of a Connecticut Yankee

Aftermaths

December 29th.... Maybe?

I wasn't sure exactly how long I was awake for when Romie opened her eyes. I just knew it was the most beautiful thing in the world when she did and smiled at me saying,

"Good morning."

"Morning." I tried my best to smile back at her.

"What's wrong?" She asked, concerned.

"I uh, had a pretty messed up dream last night. Couldn't get back to sleep."

"What was it about?" She asked as she wrapped her arms around me, squeezing tight. It was comforting, being loved like that, even if in the back of my mind I questioned it for being real.

"I... can't remember it too well." I lied.

I didn't want to tell her. The whole thing in general was too dark and fucked up. Throw in my suspicions that everything around me wasn't real and yeah, breakfast would really be awkward to say the least.

I had to keep quiet about that and treat everything now with some suspicion. Maybe this was a dream, maybe it wasn't. I had to analyze, question, keep myself calm and of course keep myself from going into a murderous rage like in my... Dream... Vision... Alternative reality?

Yeah... No sweat... I got this...

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We were eating together in the 2nd dining hall, I think, as I struggled through a breakfast of eggs, toast and some fruit in the shape of a heart called Prisoner Fruit. Romie was watching me rather intently as I ate it.

"What?" I asked tiredly.

"So, do you feel anything?" She asked as I forked a second helping of the fruit into my mouth.

"I feel tired, why?" I mumbled while chewing.

"Nothing." She replied in a disappointed tone.

I vaguely wondered what that was about as I continued to munch on. It was kinda like a kiwis but sweeter. Looking around for something to drink, I spotted some juice, water and, of course, tea.

For the millionth time I wished they had coffee here. A Starbucks, Dunkin Donuts, anything at that point. Assuming here was here and not in my head. Just for the hell of it, I concentrated on a cup of tea in the middle of the table. If I was dreaming, then in theory I could change it into a cup of steaming hot dark roast right?

I stared. I concentrated. Hard. Harder. Maximum harder hardest. Use the Force, Luke... I mean Donnie.

Eventually Romie shuffled her chair over next to me and put her head on level with mine to see what I was looking at.

"Whatcha doing?"

"An experiment."

"Oh... Is it working?"

"No," I sighed.  Well, score 1 for the I'm actually here hunch. I think.

"You're acting really weird and this is coming from me."

I sighed again, if a Cheshire is saying you're acting strange then that's a really, really bad sign.

"I'm getting turned on by it..."

Shit, yep, bad sign. I was way too tired for her marathon sex sessions, dream or not.

It suddenly dawned on me, tea has caffeine in it, so an argument could be made that if I could get a really strong cup of tea, it should do the same job...

"Yeah, sorry about that. Hey, um is there anywhere I could go to get a really strong cup of tea?" I asked hopefully.

"Hmm," She said, placing a paw on her chin in thought as ideas of sexual assault on me took a detour.