"No, it's not that kind of day," says Camilla. "It's gloomy out." Rainy days are for reading, and hot drinks, and playing cards. "Until I found you, I was exploring. Someone was reading stories for a while, and then I started exploring again. Maybe I was looking for you and I didn't even know it," she surmises, proud of the deduction. "Did we plan it that way before we went to sleep?" They do sleep in the same bed often. She can imagine it, forehead to forehead, intent on projecting a shared dreamscape so they can be together even when sleep would have separated their awarenesses.
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Date: 2007-04-16 03:49 am (UTC)