Dolores

With all honesty, you hadn't noticed that Dolores had fallen asleep. You just figured she'd gone quiet beside you, which was fine. Sometimes, hanging out in silence was still great, just because you were near the person you loved.

Dolores twisted beside you. Not like she was just rolling over or something, but a sharp, sudden movement, like she was trying to throw off an invisible weight. You sat up and looked down at her.

"Dolores?" you asked.

She didn't respond. You touched her shoulder, and she sat bolt upright with a gasp.

"Are you all right?" you asked. "You were acting . . . possessed."

She rubbed at her eyes. "A nightmare, I guess," she said.

"About what?"

"I dreamed I'd gone deaf," she said. "That scared the life out of me. I mean, my gift can be a bit . . . much at times, but I'm still glad I have it. It can be a lot of fun. So when I went deaf in the dream, I started to panic, and next thing I know, you're waking me up."

You put an arm around her, and she leaned into you. "Hey," you said. "It's all right now."

She smiled.

Luisa

You were always glad to get away from the hustle and bustle of the town with Luisa. The forest, as long as you didn't go too deep, was a nice break from everything. Today, you and Luisa had sat down in the shade of a palm tree. Chatting had turned into contented silence, which then turned to napping.

You were startled out of your own dream (featuring one of Luisa's sisters as a dancing cupcake) when something fell across your lap. You jumped and looked down, ready to fend off an overly-friendly fox or whatever, but found to your relief that it was simply Luisa. She must have fallen over in her sleep. It took you a moment to realize that the corners of her mouth were twisted into a frown. Hm.

"Luisa?" You shook her shoulder. "Hey, wake up."

She mumbled something, then opened her eyes.

"Are you okay?" you asked. "You looked like you were having some sort of bad dream."

"Sort of," she said. "I dreamed that everyone in town wanted the trees in the forest rearranged, and they wanted me to do it. And I was mad because Isabela didn't want to help me."

You grinned.

"You should go back to sleep and tell everyone that the trees are fine the way they are," you said.

"Or I should fall asleep and dream that they asked Isabela instead."

"Why don't you dream both?"

Bruno

You didn't notice that Bruno had fallen asleep until his head dropped onto your shoulder. You glanced back at him. The two of you had been sitting back-to-back, reading your own books, but now he was fast asleep, his head tipped back and his book abandoned on his lap. One of his rats sniffed at the edge of the book, and you hastily reached back to shoo it away, not wanting Bruno to end up with a missing chapter in his latest pick.

Your sudden movement almost caused Bruno to fall over, but you managed to catch him, an arm around his shoulders, at the last minute. He didn't wake, but he did mumble something in his sleep. You stopped moving, leaning a little closer. What was he saying? Something about capsizing and drowning? He didn't say anything else, but he twisted in his sleep so that his cheek was pressed firmly against yours.

You smoothed his hair out of his face. "Bruno? Are you all right?"

He opened his eyes with a series of quick blinks, and he almost fell over again, once more saved by the arm you had around him.

"Am I . . . oh. I was dreaming." He made no move to free himself from your partial embrace, so you made no move to release him from it. "I dreamed we were at sea, and a storm came out of nowhere, and then the waves started to sink our boat."

"The storm in your dream might have been my fault," you admitted. "You fell asleep on me, and I moved in a way that almost made you fall. Sorry about that."

"Don't be." He smiled as he picked up his book. "That's the only nightmare you've ever caused me, cariño."

Camilo

It was just about the hottest day of the summer, and you were sick of sitting alone in your house, waiting to die of heatstroke or whatever. If you had to suffer, it might as well be with your boyfriend, right?

You made your way to the Casita and let yourself into Camilo's room.

"Camilo?" you called. "Dolores said you were up here."

No answer, which was strange. Dolores was never wrong about where someone was. Sometimes she didn't know, but that was different. She had specifically said that Camilo was in his room, so in his room he had to be. You waited for your eyes to adjust to the dim light (for some reason, Camilo had the shutters closed), and then, as you made your way across the room, you noticed someone laying flat across the bed. Bingo! You sat down and poked your boyfriend in the ribs.

"Camilo, hey. Guess who?"

To your surprise, he responded by sitting bolt upright with a strangled yelp.

"Camilo!" you cried, reaching for his hands. "What's wrong? Did I spook you?"

He looked wildly about for a second, and then his eyes anchored on you. Immediately, he pulled you into a tight hug.

"¡Ay, mi amada! Thank goodness!"

"Thank goodness?" you repeated with a grin. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I had a dream that you had disappeared and no one in town had seen you and Dolores couldn't hear you and—"

You cut him off with a kiss. "Hey," you said. You held his face in your hands, locking your eyes with his. "I'm right here. Your dream's over."

He hugged you again and buried his face in your shoulder. "Which is why I said thank goodness."

Mirabel

Some days were just perfect for taking a nap in the sun, and the only way to make it more perfect was by taking that nap with your girlfriend. You and Mirabel lay side by side on the roof, chatting until you both drifted off to sleep.

You awoke to one of her arms flopped across your face.

"Hey!" you complained.

You pushed off the arm and sat up, expecting to find Mirabel awake and teasing you. However, she still appeared to be asleep. Moreover, her face was scrunched up as though she was about to cry. Immediately, you took her hands.

"Mirabel? Wake up."

She opened her eyes with a small gasp. "What – oh! (Y/N)!"

"I think you were having a nightmare," you said.

"I think so, too," she said. She managed a shaky smile and sat up. "It seemed so real."

"Want to talk about it?"

"Yes. Maybe. Not yet."

You put your arms around her. "I'll wait," you promised.

Isabela

You'd never known Isabela to take naps in the middle of the day, but then again, everyone got tired sometimes. And you certainly couldn't deny that Isabela's newest garden was a great spot for naps, with its tall, shady trees and soft, springy grasses everywhere.

You smiled at the sight of your sleeping girlfriend and sat down next to her. You weren't fond of the idea of waking her just because you two had a date planned, but considering that she'd planned the date in secret and had refused to tell you where she was taking you, you kind of needed to.

"Isa?" You shook her shoulder gently. "Time for our date."

She sat up so fast that she smacked her forehead right into yours. You yelped and fell back, landing on your butt in the grass.

"Who – (Y/N)? Oh, I'm sorry!"

Isabela reached out and helped you to your feet, still blinking the sleep out of her eyes.

"Don't worry about it," you said. You cracked a grin. "Must have been some dream you were having."

"Yeah, in the worst way possible." She gestured at her garden. "I dreamt my room was on fire."

"Maybe we should put out the lanterns before we head out, then?" you suggested.

She eyed the grass at her feet, as if contemplating how flammable it was. "Maybe we should," she agreed.