I must be dreaming, still, thought Matilda. Those clouds- the pink- it's perfect, almost edible. Talking of edible- those mushrooms-no, it isn't really there, she decided. It was the aftermath of the party last night. Then she felt a cool breeze shudder along her arms, still bare as she was wearing the party dress from the night before. That's funny. I've never felt cold like this in a dream. It was then that her phone vibrated. She looked down. A text from Jemima, how odd, her flatmate was only in the next bedroom. Matilda read on: Where r u? She looked around her and the slow understanding was sinking into her mind. It was all real. Where was she?
I must be dreaming, still, thought Matilda. Those clouds- the pink- it's perfect, almost edible. Talking of edible- those mushrooms-no, it isn't really there, she decided. It was the aftermath of the party last night. Then she felt a cool breeze shudder along her arms, still bare as she was wearing the party dress from the night before. That's funny. I've never felt cold like this in a dream. It was then that her phone vibrated. She looked down. A text from Jemima, how odd, her flatmate was only in the next bedroom. Matilda read on: Where r u? She looked around her and the slow understanding was sinking into her mind. It was all real. Where was she?
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