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She felt like she was floating, the light of day shifting every time she took a look in the opposite direction, like clockwork. They were sitting outside a cafe and Adrian could never quite keep a hold of her spoon even though the blasted thing never actually left her hand…or did it?
"Is something wrong?"
Finally taking note of her company, Adrian smiled with her words lodged in her throat, even as fur began to slowly grow along his face. It wasn’t scary, just odd, the same as the scenery. Were those clocks just flying? It was just Samuel after all. Oh, she must have been dreaming. Yes, this was a dream and a very welcome one at that..
She came awake rather suddenly, just as she’d found the words to answer his innocent question, half hanging off the side of the bed, an analogue clock ticking faintly from somewhere in her home. Awake though she was, she had no urge to move from where she lay, realizing how disappointed she felt to actually be awake.
Perhaps it was time to pay an old friend a visit.
