"Shalimar," Emma called from her position on the couch. "Come on, you're gonna miss the movie!" the psionic reminded diving her hand into the popcorn bowl for another helping of the sweet dessert.
"I'm comin'," the feral informed charging into the room like a tiger on a sugar high and hopping onto the couch, the cushions shaking in reflex at her efforts.
Laughing, she turned to Emma and lifted her knees trying to fit them onto the couch beside the woman who already was lying on her side on the small piece of furniture.
"Hey, Ms. Cold Feet, careful. You almost kicked me off the couch," Emma warned shooting the feral and upset yet still happy looking glare.
"Well sorry, Ms. Couch Hog, I gotta put 'em somewhere," Shalimar replied laughing as she tried to position herself properly.
As the opening titles to the movie began Emma lifted another handful of popcorn to her mouth only to have it knocked out and fall to the floor as Shalimar nudged her in the back wiggling under the blanket that draped over them both. Knowing she'd probably keep this up the whole movie, Emma sighed and sat herself up deciding to put an end to the feral's rowdiness.
"Alright," Emma said lying herself back against the arm of the couch. Cuddling the popcorn bowl against her like a football she extended her free arm and waved the feral closer. "Come on," she ordered scooting herself back and making herself comfortable.
"What?" Shalimar asked looking over the psionic.
"If we ever wanna watch this movie you're gonna hafta sit still. Come lie down," she informed opening the blanket allowing Shalimar to scoot herself between the red head's legs and rest her own head against the psionic's breasts.
Emma smiled at the comforting closeness of the feral and lowered the blanket back across them.
Smiling, Shalimar cuddled herself closer to the psionic knowing she really had no use for the blanket above her for Emma was more than enough to keep her warm.
Shalimar smiled as she slept, consciousness trying to find it's way back into her mind but she fought it, enjoying her walk down memory lane the comforting dream provided her with. But it was no use, and soon enough she found herself wide awake, disappointed eyes staring up at the empty ceiling.
She sighed thinking over the happy memory, her thoughts as vivid as those in her dream. She couldn't even think of a happy memory anymore without a sad one instantly following. As if her heart had to remind her of the pain it suffered with every day, she couldn't enjoy one moment of happy memories without paying the price.
Then suddenly it occurred to her. She remembered there was something about the memory that seemed out of place. Something that wasn't there before. Something that was new but she couldn't quite place it.
Closing her eyes in deep concentration, Shalimar replayed the memory and the dream both over in her head searching for the intrusion. She could remember seeing it as she slept; it wasn't part of the original memory. She tried harder to place the image until finally sighing and taking a break as she felt herself getting more frustrated by the minute.
Then it came to her. The image at the end of her dream. She'd woken up too fast to recall it in her immediate consciousness, but as she thought back she realized it was there. She could see the psionic smiling at her, standing before her, speaking to her, and she listened as she replayed the dream in her mind, trying to pick apart the sweet words she was whispering.
"Emma," she called out loud the reason unknown to her but she did it anyway.
"Emma, what is it?"
She couldn't hear what the psionic was telling her but it sounded like she was calling to her. Calling out to her and all Shalimar wanted to do was answer, run over and cuddle her in her arms, keeping her there forever.
Before she could even imagine it Emma was gone, faded away like the memory that preceded her, and Shalimar was alone again, trapped in the room by herself with only her sad thoughts to keep her company.