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[The view is from Dinah's POV, and mostly the view is her hands in her own lap, sewing up a tear in the sleeve of a dress. Suddenly the dress comes to life, hopping off Dinah's lap and skittering along the floor.] Ah! [She jumps up to chase it, but doesn't get very far before tripping over -another- dress that happened to be lying on the ground, which decided it also wanted to come to life and run off on her.] Hey, get back here! [She gets to her feet then, logic, or lack of, be damned. She was almost done with those repairs, you know!]
[And then she wakes up. Her sewing is still in her lap, and pretty obviously not going to run off any time soon. She rolls her eyes at her own weird dream.] "Note to self: get your hands on a sewing machine." She mutters. That would certainly speed up the whole sewing process- and if it didn't take as long as hand sewing, the chances she'd fall asleep while doing it were slimmer.]
[And on that note, she folds the dress up and heads for bed- if she's sleepy now, it'll only get worse if she doesn't get some rest, to the point where she'll be too tired soon to do anything productive.]
[And then she wakes up. Her sewing is still in her lap, and pretty obviously not going to run off any time soon. She rolls her eyes at her own weird dream.] "Note to self: get your hands on a sewing machine." She mutters. That would certainly speed up the whole sewing process- and if it didn't take as long as hand sewing, the chances she'd fall asleep while doing it were slimmer.]
[And on that note, she folds the dress up and heads for bed- if she's sleepy now, it'll only get worse if she doesn't get some rest, to the point where she'll be too tired soon to do anything productive.]