In her perspective, time itself flew backwards. She could see cars flying by in reverse, snow getting launched back into the air. But then it all stopped. Feeling seeped back into her.

She touched her face, and a sharp prick of pain lanced through her. A cut? Then she heard footsteps, heavy and grounding despite her airiness she had been feeling. A man, with short silver hair, had blood running down the front of his face, from a deep gash by the side of his face. For some reason she was pulled to him. Tears, unprompted, sprung up rather unexpectedly.


So I decided to rewrite the beginning of "Dreaming With You"! I really hope this turns out more to my liking- and yours too.

{[lollipops and fever dreams]}