thedarksiren2 | *yawns* (which, before correcting the typo said "yawba" LOL)

I was having this dream where

tiktiktok and I were looking for a place to live. It had to have *THAT* feel though, so we watched many people go through their lives in their various homes. Most of it was a hazy mess, images which made zero sense and are pretty much impossible to write. But eventually, we watched David Kay painting this room all blood red while his wife painted another dark blue.

tiktiktok said he liked the blue, although he couldn't figure out why she painted the ceiling lavendar. David's room had hard, strange angles, and although I loved the color, I hated the room.

I walked away, and as I turned I was standing in a book store. I found this cute book with dark cartoons in it, and I wanted to share it with

tiktiktok so I turned back around and walked into the house.

It had changed since we move in. The hard-angled room had disappeared, and the dark blue room had changed to a warm tan color, although he painted the ceiling dark blue. The whole room had a very simple yet warm and comforting feel to it with bamboo and small tealight candles in red holders lit everywhere. Ra was sleeping on the end of his bed, and she looked so cozy I decided to take her idea and go with it myself. I reached for the tan pillow at the head of the bed and fell asleep.

I woke to his left hand gently touching me, warm and comfortong. I smiled and stretched as I opened my eyes, and he said, "Hey, wanna show me that thing now?"

I took him to the bookstore, but he kept getting sidetracked. At one point we found a drawer with crocheted scarves, and he began putting his hand amongst all the fabric. I smiled, and said we should get one for

wraptboy. He then shook his head, pulling his hand out and without moving his mouth I understood that we had no money, but it was more about the thought, so it was OK.

I told him to stay put - he liked the texture so much, I didn't want to take him away for a book I could bring to him. I found the book, and as he read it, he kinda smirked, but wasn't nearly as amused as I'd hoped. He told me it was "cute" as his hand remained in the drawer, touching the scarves. There were more dark blues, reds, greens...everything was dark and rich in its color. I smiled, and put the book back, kinda disappointed but OK.

He took a scarf out and carried it with him throughout the store, just touching it, enjoying it. It made me happy to see him enjoy something, although I really wished to hold his hand.

Suddenly, we were back in his room. I'm not sure, but I think the angular room was my room, although I never slept there. I hated it - apparently David K. had O.D.'d in it, and it was flooded with his wife's tears and anger, so I didn't want to be there. Thus, it was not visible to the eye, as

tiktiktok had made certain.

My neck got sore as we laid together on his bed, enjoying some mellow music, spooning eah other by the candlelight. I got up, and as I reached for a bottle of pain medicine, the candles blew out, and I couldn't see what I was doing. I tried going with touch, but I couldn't tell how many pills to take in the darkness. I felt an owl's eyes, and heard David's laughter as I popped several pills into my mouth. I began spitting them out frantically, fearing I was going to die or at leastget a stomach ulcer when

tiktiktok's hands rested on my shoulders calmly, peacefully.

"It's OK, dear," he assured me. "It's all clear again, and I won't let it..."

We both got distracted by birds chirping madly outside. He squeezed my shoulders, kissed my neck, wrapped his arms around my chest and squeezed, smiling, and I was filled with warmth.

I woke to sunshine, birds chirping madly outside, and a smile on my face.