Homura woke up shaking, her skin still feeling damp from the rain, her hands shot forward to grab something, she didn't even know what.
But there was nothing there, her skin was only wet from perspiration from tossing and turning.
She was fine. Madoka was fine.
But why wouldn't she be? As she lay there the smell similar to sliced melon filled her nostrils replacing the images rolling through her head, the dream began to fade and shift, becoming harder to recall, harder to remember, harder to-
"Homura~ It's time to get up~" Her reverie shattered and eyes glancing to the knocking door.
"I, um… five minutes, please!" She looked around the room she was in and felt a wave of understanding.
"Oookay! Mama made Pancakes!"
The sound of retreating footsteps.
She Was Fine. Madoka Was Fine.
And she was right outside Homura's door because, oh yeah, she was staying at Madoka's home.
She felt her cheeks redden as she realised the smell was the freshly cleaned sheets.
She gave herself a light slap to wake herself up, her soul gem cool on her middle finger helping to into focus her on the here and now.
Focus on going to breakfast, she could deal with her... Feelings, later.
Well she should probably shower first.
Because she was fine.
Madoka was fine.
Everything was fin̶͔͓e.
Schlaf
will be flash fiction so v short BUT will update when able
have minor dyslexia so any issues? please point out