[ That shapeless feeling of apprehension flutters in her stomach again and it takes her a moment before she can realize what the problem is. But then she arrives at it, just in the same moment she speaks; ]
But it hurt. It hurt and it even bled, but that doesn't happen in my dreams. I either don't feel it, or I wake up before it even happens.
[ And it was pervasive enough that the presence of any sort of pain, even as simple as the knick of a papercut, had been one of her first clues in the Fantasy Sweet that their memories had been just that – memories – and not just dreams. ]
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[ That shapeless feeling of apprehension flutters in her stomach again and it takes her a moment before she can realize what the problem is. But then she arrives at it, just in the same moment she speaks; ]
But it hurt. It hurt and it even bled, but that doesn't happen in my dreams. I either don't feel it, or I wake up before it even happens.
[ And it was pervasive enough that the presence of any sort of pain, even as simple as the knick of a papercut, had been one of her first clues in the Fantasy Sweet that their memories had been just that – memories – and not just dreams. ]
So I should've woken up. But I'm still here.