Prologue
The day Myrthe and Sanne fell into a living dream, started as any other day would start. There was the usual bickering, the usual laughing and the usual loudness. When technically the following day had already started, the girls had decided to go to sleep, though they kept talking for some time. This, also, was as it usually went.
"I think it is about time we go to sleep..." Sanne finally said, though a yawn muffled her words a bit. She was the one who decided to sleep most of the time. Not that she was the most reasonable of the two. No, far from it. But it was just another example of how it usually went.
Myrthe gave a hum in agreement. She was tightly covered under five (yes, FIVE) blankets and only her face could still be seen.
"So, goodnight." Sanne said.
"Yeah, goodnight." Myrthe answered.
"How late are we gonna wake up?" Sanne said.
"Dunno..." Myrthe answered.
"What are we going to do tomorrow?"
"Lot's of things right. Ah, I'm really looking forward to it. A whole free day! We can game, and dance and maybe we can go and make a cake or something."
"..."
"It's decided then. Let's make a cake tomorrow. Shall we make a cake tomorrow?"
Myrthe just hummed again, already used to the tired mumbling of Sanne. Yeah, it really was a pretty normal day for the two girls. So when Sanne drifted to sleep, while still talking about something (which Myrthe simply ignored) and Myrthe after some time finally followed her example, both of them didn't expect to travel to another world... and far beyond.