The noise of the microwave beeping jarred me from the first restful sleep I’d had in some time.
She slept!
I moved my head, and my pillow moved in response.
“Tried to tell them to stay quiet,” Brian said, his voice low, “They’re not the most considerate pair in the world.”
Who? Alec and Aisha?
“Muh?” I mumbled something, and even I wasn’t sure what I’d intended to say. I’d been deep in the throes of some dream that felt strangely familiar, and I’d been pulled out of it quickly enough that I felt momentarily disoriented.
…
Interesting.
So are Dandelion dreams common for parahumans (though they don’t know it)? Do they just happen, or is it a result of something that happened nearby while she was asleep? Is it a vision, or a normal dream based on the visions that only her subconscious remembers (the disorientation might point to the former)?
This raises questions, guys.
I wiped at my mouth where I’d drooled a little, and was suddenly aware that Brian was there. I felt my face heat up as I realized I’d been leaning -and drooling- on his arm.
Pfft!
Wait, did the two of you fall asleep on the couch together? That’s adorable.
Wildbow has pulled out the giant roped hook and is dragging me back towards the ship whether I like it or not. He might get me back on board yet.
Alec and Aisha were unmasked and rifling through the ‘kitchen’ to find something to eat.
Speaking of ships, I could absolutely see these two together someday.
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