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Everything is a blur. My eyes don't seem able to focus. I can feel movement... I think I am in a vehicle of some kind. I can feel the gentle whir of the vehicle, hear the purr of the egines. I can just make out a soft green blur out of the corner of my eyes in my peripheral vision. Trees, perhaps?

I try to focus on the noises, figure out where I am. I close my eyes. I can still hear the purr of the engines, every once in a while I can hear it straining as we increase speed. An automobile, I would guess. Too rough to be a train, plane, or boat. The movements are wrong for it to be any of those anyways. It is far too smooth to be a bus though, it is smaller than that. A car most likely.

Now that I was aware that it was a car, I seemed to be better able to identify what I was hearing and feeling. The pressure of my back against the cool seats that steadily increases when the vehicle speeds up and the movement of my body away from the seat as the brakes are engaged slowly, until we come to a complete stop. The bumps in the road, I can feel every pot-hole, the increase of the engines as we begin up a hill, the fluttery feeling in the pit of my stomach as we descend back down the hill on the other side.

I can hear the tire treads against the asphalt of the roads, the squeak of the suspension straining to keep the vehicle level and cabin as still as possible as the car encounters the many bumps and pot-holes. If I really strain my ears, I can even detect the slight murmur of the radio and... a laugh? Maybe not a radio after all. A person? The driver I would presume, since I am certainly in no condition to be driving.

But... now that I am aware of the soft voice, I think that I can hear more than one. First a soft, light murmur, most likely a female. Then a deeper, more baritone voice of a man. So, at least two other people besides me than.

I decide to try again to open my eyes. Everything is still a blur, but now that I am more aware of my surroundings, I am just able to make out two blurred shapes moving slightly in front of me. Presumably the two people I heard speaking. I tried to turn my head, but my neck didn't seem to get the message. It took several tries before I was finally able to turn my head to the left. Another shape. And to my right, yet another. At least four people than.

I hardly had time to process this new revelation before I heard the screech of the brakes on the pavement, the sharp intake of breath.

A bright light hit my eyes, so bright that I was forced to close them. I was jerked in my seat as the brakes continued to squeal and the vehicle jerked sharply to the left. The vehicle began to tip and I could feel my body lifting from the seat, straining against the seat belt as gravity tried to drag me back to the ground. The light was still burning into my closed eyelids, a bright bruise on the inside of my lids, when there was a bang, the scrape of metal on metal, the deafening sound of terrified screams and glass shattering. Then everything was still.

There were noises, but they were fading into the background. Naught but white noise. All but for a quiet beeping noise, slowly increasing in volume and tempo. Getting louder and more persistent. Until...

I woke up with a gasp, disoriented. I took stock of the situation, opening my eyes. I was in my bed. My heart was racing, my breath coming in short, quick gasps, and my face felt tight with dried tears. I remembered nothing about my fast fading dream. It only faded faster as I tried desperately to grasp at the strings, to figure out what sort of night terror it was that kept visiting me in the wee hours of the morning, leaving behind nothing but the disoriented wreak that was me.

I sighed deeply, trying to dispel the left over unease that the dream had left as a parting gift. Something began to nag at my subconscious as my thoughts began to dissipate. It was quite persistent, only getting louder as I tried to identify it. Beep beep beep beep beep beep! Oh. My alarm. Wait. My alarm! I tossed the blankets off, fighting with them for a moment when they seemed determined to stay tangled round my legs and jumped out of bed.

I took two steps towards the bathroom to shut off the alarm before feeling my foot hit something considerably more fluffy than my carpet. I then heard a sound like a dying ember, having been drenched in water. A hissing and sputtering sound made by only one living thing. Sherlock.

This is the sound he makes when he is in pain, but is confused about why he is in pain. He starts to let out this screech of pain, but knows not if he should be defending himself. So, he tries to start hissing while he is still screeching in pain, and the result is the sound of a drenched ember. But much, much louder.

"Sherl, you are so dead!" I yelled angrily as I tried to untangle my feet from him. He decided, though, that I was a threat and therefore must be eradicated. In other words, he attacked my feet, causing gravity to increase on me and I found myself falling. "CAT!" I yelled angrily as I fell.

My arms reached out to soften my fall and hit the ground. Well, one did anyways. The other hit yet another soft and fluffy mass of fur. There was a shocked mewl, which I recognized as Watson's. "Oh! Watson, baby, I am so sorry!" I raised myself quickly onto my hands and knees as I crawled quickly after poor Watson, apologizing and trying to comfort/cuddle him in order to express my sincere sadness at having hurt him.

When he was satisfied and forgave me by licking my hand, I rose quickly to my feet and rushed towards the bathroom. I turned the light on and got my alarm clock out from under the sink and turned it off. It took a few moments of blissful silence, however, to realize what time the clock read. "6:30!" I exclaimed. "Crap, crap, crap! Ugh! Sherl, I am going to kill you if I am late again!" I yelled as I rushed back into my bedroom, threw the light switch and began rustling through my wardrobe, trying to find something to wear.

I finally decided on a flowey blue blouse and my favorite pair of jeans. I grabbed my purse and rushed downstairs. Looking at the clock, I sighed in relief. "Oh, thank goodness, I still have an hour before opening time."

I jogged into the café half of the store and into the kitchens to begin making my pastries. Once everything was mixed, I tossed them and the croissants into the oven and started my tardis egg timer. After the oven was started I grabbed the coffee carafe and filled it with water, pouring it into the pot. Then I walked over to the pantry and pulled out my Café Britt, Mérito Cosecha de Mujer, my personal favourite beans (and thankfully also a favourite with the customers).

The pastries were baking and the coffee was started. I smiled. This was my favourite part of the day. I had 30 minutes before I had to open the shop. Which meant 30 minutes all to myself.

I walked around to the bar end of the café with my egg timer and pulled my current book out of my purse. I had started the book "White Fang" the night before. It had been a gift and, although not something I would usually choose for myself, quite good so far.

As I read, I was transfixed by the book. It became my reality; I was running beside White Fang as he discovered the outside world for the first time, stumbling through the forest, learning the ways of the wild. I held my breath in anticipation as baby White Fang learned what a river was and how deadly its icy grip could be. Scarcely daring to breathe as he - PING!!

"Ack!" I exclaimed in surprise as my tardis egg timer went off, warning me of the impending doom that my pastries and croissants would face if I don't take them out of the oven. I sighed as I got up from my seat, looking back at my book longingly before disappearing into the kitchen to take out my perfectly done croissants.

I smiled and put my hands on my hips, eyeing my handy work appreciatively. They smelled as good as they looked, and coupled with the coffee's strong aroma... Its almost enough to make a girl go weak at the knees! (*wink*)

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Hey guys! So, just a quick A.N. here. Since this is written in first-person POV, any comment in a parentheses and asterisk like so, (**) is a comment from me. Kinda like an embedded authors note used when I want to express some kind of emotion or something to you guys without Cora. These will (hopefully) be very unobtrusive to the story line and only consist of a word or two. Honestly, sometimes I just really want to express stuff when I'm writing, but I feel a little stuck behind my characters, so this is my solution! Can't wait to hear from you guys!!!! - your not-so-diligent writer