Not the most exciting drabble, but I hope you enjoy.
Dream
"Good night, Fudgie." Both Guido and Luigi kissed their daughter good night before rolling out of the room.
Fudge switched out the lamp on her bedside table and let the nightlight illuminate her room while she searched for her blanket. The seventeen-year-old would be so embarrassed if her racing friends knew she still slept with a nightlight and a security blanket. She already feared that they thought she was a baby.
Maybe if they knew what she'd been through, they would understand. Of course, they all knew she was adopted, but only Cruz knew that her mother had abandoned her in the garbage. Only Cruz knew about the countless nightmares she'd had about-
NO! Fudge almost yelled the word out loud. She stopped herself just in time to avoid disturbing her dads. She closed her eyes and tried to stop thinking about those horrific nightmares. Think happy thoughts! She tried to fill her head with pictures of Radiator Springs, racetracks, Italy, her family and friends, Jennyfur...
"Dream, dream, dream..." a soft voice sang in her head. "Dream, dream, dream..."
Eventually, that was exactly what she did. Fudge dreamed of talking and laughing with her friends. She dreamed of tearing it up on the track with Cruz and they were presented with the biggest, shiniest Piston Cup ever made! Everyone went crazy, cheering and honking or clapping, depending on their species.
"Congratulations, Fudge Rossi-Topolino! Youngest ever winner of the Piston Cup!" a voice announced excitedly as her alarm went off.
Even though she was still tired, Fudge grinned. It was time for training!
Dreams were no good if they stayed dreams!
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