What a strange...dream? (closed to Erica)

[yippiekiyaymf]

John's alarm didn't go off, but he is so used to getting up early in the morning, he is already awake. He'd coming back into the bedroom from starting coffee, and noting the time, he hurries over to turn it off before it wakes Erica. He doesn't make it, the clock turns...and silence. Huh. He must have forgotten to turn it on. Did he and Erica party

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[5thcolumnfed]

Erica feels...thick, and she rolls from her side to her back, hair a wild mess around her head as she stretches out before looking up at him, blinking sleepily.

"Huh?" she asks in all of her foggy coherency.

[yippiekiyaymf]

His brow is still furrowed in bewilderment.

"Do you remember, being someone else?"

[5thcolumnfed]

She snorts at how absurd his question is, closing her eyes. But then she thinks about it and her eyes fly open again as she sits up on her elbows.

"What the hell?"

[yippiekiyaymf]

"Someone who was us, but not us?" He's sitting on the bed in his robe, still trying to figure it out. He reaches over to stroke her hair.

"Still nuts about you, though."