Dream Sequencey

Secret Admiree

"So, what am I hoire for agoin?" asked a bubble who was anxiously seated in Golf Ball's incredibly plain room. As she twiddled her fingers and looked about, Golf Ball was up on her chair looking through her documents.

"ONCE I CAN FIND YOUR FILE..." GB turned towards Bubble, giving the best friendly smile she could manage. "I'LL JUST NEED TO HEAR ABOUT ANY DREAM YOU'VE HAD RECENTLY!"

Despite being soothed by her friendly demeanour, Bubble couldn't help but grow more visibly nervous at the mention of dreams.

"O-oh... W-well, Oi'm not so good at r-remoimbering thoings..."

"ANY INFORMATION WILL BE USEFUL." Golf Ball noted, once again turned away and sorting through her documents.

"Ah, well... Oi do remoimber o-one droim, but—"

"THEN!" the small dimpled ball was now turned towards Bubble, face lit up as she now had her trusty notepad in-foot. "LET'S BEGIN!"

Bubble blinked, a tad startled by the sudden interjection. She furrowed her brows and lowered her face a bit. As nervous as she was, she still wanted to help someone she considered a friend. "O-okay..."

After a moment of gathering herself, the soap bubble began to think, trying her best to remember this aforementioned dream.

"Well..."

...

It was a chilly, gloomy morning. Grey clouds obscured what would otherwise be bright and cheerful skies, leaving only a melancholy atmosphere to waft through the air. Inside of a lone cottage at the end of a wooded path sat a bubble, a delicate spherical entity made up of a fine film of soap. She was seated next to a window along the front end of the cottage, eyes fixed on a small piece of paper laid on a quaint wooden desk. The cold, dim light shining through the window gently illuminated the words written upon the page. Word-by-word, Bubble's thoughts and emotions gracefully dripped onto the page. At this moment, she felt no concern beyond being able to release her emotions onto this very sheet of paper; and so, she wrote.

Her handwriting was indeed quite beautiful, one certainly fitting for the elegant language ladening the page. Bubble sought to express her feelings for a certain someone, and she found the best outlet to be through a letter, one capable of bearing the heart and genuity that spoken words typically do. She wasn't particularly the greatest at expressing intricate thoughts through speech, and especially not on the spot. The pressure of feeling like she had to say something often times results in her never being able to properly express what's on her mind. With written word, however, time almost ceases to exist as she's able to dedicate as much time as she needs in order to articulate her thoughts perfectly. For whom these words would be addressed, being able to properly express the feelings that swelled in her heart was so very important to her. She feared portraying the wrong tone or meaning, even for the smallest thing, could be disastrous.

Bubble had spent a solid few hours writing and reading over her words, making small revisions as she saw fit. The end result was a small handful of pages, all detailing her complicated feelings towards this special someone. Even making what she felt was a near perfect letter, there was still a tinge of anxiety coursing through her. Even with the greatest first impression and the best articulation she could muster, there was always the chance that this someone didn't reciprocate these feelings, and would thusly reject her. Certainly anyone would be scared of such, it's only natural, however she cared and respected greatly this someone. As worried about her confession as she was, she had no issue respecting their wishes and comforts, regardless of what they may be.

Letting in a deep breath, Bubble carefully lifted the sheets into her hands and gently secured them in her grip. She stood them up on their ends and tapped them against the desk, allowing the papers to cleanly align with each other. After straightening her stack, she snipped two translucent blue ribbons from a spool placed at her side. Gently, she wrapped both ribbons around the sheets, one along its length, and the other its width. She then secured the ribbons by placing a circular sticker across their intersection on the unwritten end of the stack.