I was my oc Vienna sitting in the grass on the edge of my front yard. I was beside a friend I can't identify who had sat in a deep hole and couldn't get up. As we laughed, my other oc Andréa Gribauldi suddenly walked up behind us and offered my friend a hand. He helped him up and sent him on his way before turning to help me up as well.
After standing and thanking him, Gribauldi led me down the road, still holding my hand. Because of his tall stride, I kept jogging to keep up with him. We strolled along the streets of my neighborhood until we arrived at a large yellow house. The owners were hosting a party on the wrap-around balcony of the second floor. We climbed the outside stairs and that last thing I remember is searching for an open table.
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AcakZombie and alien invasions, animals and mermaids, strange and whimsical adventures, and references to pop-culture. Sometimes scary, sometimes enchanting, always intriguing, dive into the fantastical realm that is my dreams!
