Edward

My eyes slowly fluttered open. It was midday and the sun was out in full force. I squinted into the bright light and then -

"What the pucking hull?" I jumped up off the uncomfortable stairs.

I had been in the depth of slumber, I had drifted into the world of dreams, I had ventured into the realm of unreality, I had given over to my subconscious, I had been out for the count, under the waves of drowsiness, off the diving block of wakefulness, on the wandering path of illusion, walking through the art gallery of my cerebral cortex, watching the movie in my mind.

I had been asleep.

"What the hull!" I exclaimed again.

"Shut up, you insolent fool, you'll wake her," hissed a voice.

I looked around and saw a small russet-coloured cat at my feet. Okay, that was not normal. Something about that colour - yes!

My dream, a small puppy licking at an empty food dish, it had looked up at me, begging, pleading. But the puppy hadn't been russet coloured, and neither was the cat, but - what? Then everything came back. Bella was dead. And a cat who told me it was my Yoda had turned up and not died when I killed it, and then … then it had made me fall asleep.

"I've always hated cats you know," I said. It looked disgusted.

"Excuse me, I just gave you over twelve hours of peaceful slumber, and all you can do is attempt to insult me."

Then I remembered what my dream had been about …

"YOU!" I bellowed. "FILTHY. PEVERSE. KNOW-IT-ALL SKANK OF A CAT!"

The cat smirked. "That boy has lusted after you for a long time now."

"I'm going to vomit now, without even looking down, and I hope that most of it lands on you!"

A/N: For details on Edward's dream, read "Seducing Edward" by Belts. That's me.