Nov 22, 2009 23:58
"Say that again?" he heard from his phone. He looked down at the cell on his night table as he pulled on his pants.
"I had a dream."
"And you called me?" she asked. "Serena?"
"Yeah, I wanted you to analyze my dream." Sliding off his bed, he knelt down to try in find his stray shoe.
"But, I don't analyze dreams." Serena, her phone to her ear, was in front of her closet, perusing her outfit choices for the day.
"I know. Nobody actually analyzes dreams," he replied, finding the missing shoe. "They just say they do to calm their friends who are freaking out, down."
"You want to be calm?" she asked, wondering if her hemline had always been this low.
"Serena!"
"You could drink tea."
"Do you drink tea?" he asked, sitting against his bed. "Because I can make a bet that a good martini or Cosmopolitan would do you much better. I also suspect that I could buy you - one or two - or a few -- night on the town..."
"What's the dream, Shane?" she asked, turning around.
"I knew you would see the light. So, I'm doing the downward facing dog and I start to sprout wings..."
what: song drabble meme,
who: serena