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She felt as though someone had doused her with ice water. The dream had been so intense, so hot, so real , her nerve endings tingled as though it had been. She swung from the bed suddenly feeling sick, the dream hadn't really been a nightmare but it had the same surreal feel to it.
Her stomach churned as she padded off down the hall towards the bathroom, her blood felt ice cold in her veins. Once inside she leaned in over the sink and began splashing her face with cold water in a feeble attempt to wake herself fully so the dream would fade away. She hoped it would , the others hadn't.
After what felt like seconds there was a knock at the door. " Baby?" A soft sleep filled voice questioned from the other side of the door. " You alright?... you've been gone a while"
Maybe she had who knew despite her efforts she felt woozy and dizzy and drained, who was she to judge time. " Just a minute" She called walking slowly over to the door while taking a deep breath in an effort to compose herself.
"What's wrong?" He demanded in a half whisper the second she opened the door.
"Nothing…. Really …I …. I'm fine" She fumbled out as he gentle nudged her into the room and closed the door behind them.
"You don't look fine" He said, and he was right her skin looked pale and the space around her eyes held a slight green tinge.
"Really baby I'm just I….. I'm just a little stressed out after the move and I hate all the food before going to sleep my tummy's just a little yucky" She lied with a weak smile, she hated lying to him, but what was she supposed to tell him? I had a passionate dirty dream about your brother …. And I think I liked it. That was the part that made her sick the dream had been so really and vivid right down to the last bed of sweat and it had turned her on.
"You sure your ok?" He asked again.
"M'fine lets just go back to bed".
She hurried down the hall in front of him and climbed into the far side of the bed and rolled onto her side away from him, she knew she had no control over her dreams but she still felt guilty about it.
"G'night babe" He said sweetly before kissing her neck and flopping onto his back, his was asleep within seconds.
She had lain awake all night thinking. Why did I dream that? What does it mean? Did I like it , or did I only think I liked it because it was a dream! The questions spun around together like ingredients in a mixing bowl, the more she thought about it the more confused and nauseated she became. Until she had eventually came to rest the next morning on an old stool in the kitchen sipping down cup after cup of coffee in an effort to stay awake.
Mikey for his part didn't seem to notice that she hadn't slept, she wondered briefly if his lack of attention made her dream things like that before scolding herself, this wasn't his fault and she knew it , it was just an easier answer.
By late afternoon she had drunk all the coffee in the lair and was now stretched out on the couch watching after school cartoons. The coffee hadn't helped her much and before the conclusion of the first animated conversation had ended she had drifted off to sleep.
She opened her eyes, it was night time. She could vaguely hear screams as she fought to clear her head. She was bleeding, she couldn't see it but she could feel it , the life draining out of her with each drop. She had felt this feeling before, it was as familiar as it was disturbing.
"Ugh" She grunted a brilliant stinging pain was ripping its way through her back.
She got to her feet despite it , an urgent sense of dread filling her , she couldn't rightly say what. All around her people were dieing, but she felt nothing for them, what she did feel was the urgent sense to find someone, something? She wasn't sure her mind was blurry like a rubbed out chalk picture.
She worked her way through the chaos surrounding her , robots and guards and rebels fighting and dieing around her , but she didn't stay to fight, she didn't care for any of them... not really not anymore.
She felt bitter, stung and used up by too many sorrows, sorrows she wasn't sure she could remember.
In a blink she was a thousand miles away. In a library, reading… no researching . She was surrounded by stacks and stacks of books, she still felt urgent , urgent and determined. Her mind was as blurred as before , unreadable even to her ……… she felt foreign and strange.
She tried to read the title of the book in her hands but the words were blurred , she stared for a few minutes before reaching over to turn on the small lamp on the desk in front of her.
As she clicked it on a dazzling blue light flashed before her and she was gone.
She awoke with a start , and sudden chill while somewhere over the skyline of New York a blue flash erupted.