Story Time

[warkitty]

Hanging up, he looked another minute at the blank canvas. Suddenly, he saw a painting start to take shape in his mind, and without thinking reached for the paint. Slashes of dark colors ran over degrees of taupe and sand. If a painting conveys emotion, this one conveyed Dread. He kept at it until he heard the knocking at his door and, coming to

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[wlotusopenid]

That's easy: it wasn't just a nightmare. So why is she telling him it's a nightmare: denial?

Don't mind me: I always talk back to fictional characters I care about.

[warkitty]

I figure it's struggling to believe. When faced with these things, it's normal to question the reality, since it's such a different one from what the rest of the world recognizes. Gotta allow time to accept it.