Dream: April Likes My Khakis
Tuesday, June 10th:
I sat down in a desk near the back of a classroom. From behind me, Steph commented that I was starting the week in the same clothes I'd worn Friday. I remembered grabbing the nearest shirt I could find that morning.... I looked down; I couldn't decide whether my lavender and mulberry striped button-down was clashing with the striped purple dress shirt I wore over it, but I supposed it would be memorable either way. I felt embarrassed, and was suddenly glad to be sitting in back, hoping no one else would notice.
After class, I went somewhere and changed into khakis and a white t-shirt. I found a seat in the lounge and pulled my knees up in front of me. April walked in wearing a raspberry sweater and sat beside me in the corner of the sectional couch.
"You changed clothes," she observed, a smile spreading across her face.
She ran her hand down the shin of my kahkis and grinned transparently, as if relishing the texture of some plush fabric, then leaned close and began rubbing her cheeks against my knees. April wrapped her arm around my leg and rested her head on my knee, fixing me in her gentle stare. I slid my right arm along her shoulder blades and under her hair, returning her half-embrace, and she melted into contented smiles. She felt warm curled beside me, and her sweater felt luxuriously soft against my bare arm.
"What's going on?" I asked, bemused.
We heard Alyssa and musicin68 conversing distantly but drawing nearer, and their footsteps soon approached us. April disentangled herself and leaned back into her seat on the other side of the couch. Alyssa and musicin68 walked into the room behind me.
Smiling sadly, April replied, "Can't you tell?"
[Edit: Things April Doesn't Like]
I stopped the car where the gravel driveway ended at an old structure surrounded by manicured garden hedges. My father and I got out and followed a path to the right. Rounding the corner of the building, we found a few people conversing in a circle of lawn chairs.
While we stood among them, I noticed a spider-like creature about the size of a basketball ambling towards us along another path. It had the requisite number of legs, but its front end was wrong somehow, its neon green abdomen seemed to be made from translucent rubber, and it moved like an Erector set.
The creature paused at the edge of the clearing, then swept the assembly from left to right with a thin spray of fluid, like an ambulatory lawn sprinkler. We all looked at each other and grimaced; a couple people held up newspapers to shield themselves. Without warning, the creature hurled itself at my face. I ducked aside, and the thing landed past me and skidded to a halt beneath an empty lawn chair. The monster-machine leapt directly at my face again, but immediately intersected the seat of the lawn chair and fell onto its back. Someone stood from his seat, picked up the chair over the inverted monster, then swung it down forcefully, twice, smashing the contraption before it could right itself.
"Hate those things," he muttered.
I sat down in a desk near the back of a classroom. From behind me, Steph commented that I was starting the week in the same clothes I'd worn Friday. I remembered grabbing the nearest shirt I could find that morning.... I looked down; I couldn't decide whether my lavender and mulberry striped button-down was clashing with the striped purple dress shirt I wore over it, but I supposed it would be memorable either way. I felt embarrassed, and was suddenly glad to be sitting in back, hoping no one else would notice.
After class, I went somewhere and changed into khakis and a white t-shirt. I found a seat in the lounge and pulled my knees up in front of me. April walked in wearing a raspberry sweater and sat beside me in the corner of the sectional couch.
"You changed clothes," she observed, a smile spreading across her face.
She ran her hand down the shin of my kahkis and grinned transparently, as if relishing the texture of some plush fabric, then leaned close and began rubbing her cheeks against my knees. April wrapped her arm around my leg and rested her head on my knee, fixing me in her gentle stare. I slid my right arm along her shoulder blades and under her hair, returning her half-embrace, and she melted into contented smiles. She felt warm curled beside me, and her sweater felt luxuriously soft against my bare arm.
"What's going on?" I asked, bemused.
We heard Alyssa and musicin68 conversing distantly but drawing nearer, and their footsteps soon approached us. April disentangled herself and leaned back into her seat on the other side of the couch. Alyssa and musicin68 walked into the room behind me.
Smiling sadly, April replied, "Can't you tell?"
[Edit: Things April Doesn't Like]
I stopped the car where the gravel driveway ended at an old structure surrounded by manicured garden hedges. My father and I got out and followed a path to the right. Rounding the corner of the building, we found a few people conversing in a circle of lawn chairs.
While we stood among them, I noticed a spider-like creature about the size of a basketball ambling towards us along another path. It had the requisite number of legs, but its front end was wrong somehow, its neon green abdomen seemed to be made from translucent rubber, and it moved like an Erector set.
The creature paused at the edge of the clearing, then swept the assembly from left to right with a thin spray of fluid, like an ambulatory lawn sprinkler. We all looked at each other and grimaced; a couple people held up newspapers to shield themselves. Without warning, the creature hurled itself at my face. I ducked aside, and the thing landed past me and skidded to a halt beneath an empty lawn chair. The monster-machine leapt directly at my face again, but immediately intersected the seat of the lawn chair and fell onto its back. Someone stood from his seat, picked up the chair over the inverted monster, then swung it down forcefully, twice, smashing the contraption before it could right itself.
"Hate those things," he muttered.