I noticed right away. It's like watching a magnet being dragged across a TV set. My dream about returning to college, a recurring dream, was invaded by a snarly dragon.
I clawed my way to consciousness and felt her on my pillow. Her pink, round face twitched every few seconds. Her chest rose and fell with a soft rhythm. Her blond hair, sticky with remnants of a lollipop, clung to her cheeks. She sucked her fingers intermittently, her eyelids fluttering slightly.
Her dreams had a lot of dragons in them. Sometimes they were friendly but lately the dragons had started firebombing. She had been asking me a lot of dragon-related questions. I wasn't sure why the dragons were changing, but I decided I would ask her in the morning.
I rolled out of bed and picked her up to walk her back to her room.
I am not sure what this will turn into. It feels lame.
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