Chapter 18: Strange Dreams and Spilled Coffee
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Here you go Sp00ky_b4ts, don't be too mad about last week's cliffhanger! <3
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Sitting up quickly while panting I glanced around my room. Seeing that I was back in the room behind my shop and glancing towards the clock ticking away.
3:38 am
Bringing a shaky hand towards my forehead, wiping it, and feeling the sweat that had accumulated again during what few would call sleep. Running a hand through my hair and sighed heavily as I was now wide awake.
This is what, the 5th time in the last couple of weeks I've woken up like this? I haven't been able to figure out what's going on. The dreams are familiar but at the same time... Foreign.
I know there's someone with me in the house I live in, but I can never quite see their face, something I'm not sure is due to the memory being so old or if it's trauma-related.
Throwing the blanket off of my legs, I got up before hobbling over towards my cane. Grabbing the cold wood handle and tapping it on the floor for a second, the rubber tip making gentle tapping noises on the hardwood floor.
Heading to the front of my shop for some much-needed coffee, opened the door that separated the two areas and walked through. Leaning on my cane while making my way to the counter the coffee pot sat on, resting the cane against the side of it while I got the coffee pot ready to brew.
Thinking of the dream all I could note was a strange Deja Vu feeling this time. I normally get one from the memories, but this time it was stronger. Like there was something about it I wasn't pleased about. Strong emotional attachments are what normally make some memories stand out.
That statement makes me sound like Archie. Maybe I should go see him again for another appointment. I just have to keep it a secret from the town, especially Regina, all she would do is meddle that's all she ever does.
Picking up my mug of coffee and my cane, turning and decided to do some inventory while I'd be awake for the day. Sitting down and sipping the hot liquid before setting the mug down I rubbed my chin for a moment.
Looking at the inventory book before opening it and grabbing a pen, finding where I last left off. Scribbling away, my mind wandering after a few minutes.
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"What is that?!" She was frantic.
"That dearie is the deal I made with Regina. The curse is here." The smaller girl turned to look at the thing that was barely a man.
"That's the curse? I thought it would be less looming, what are we supposed to do? Where will it send us?" She held onto him shakily.
"That, my dear I can't be sure. I just know that it'll take us somewhere without magic, we might be separated, but I'll do my best to find you, and we can be together again."
"Promise?" she asked as she looked at him. He nodded and gave a smile. "I promise, I love you."
"I love you more."
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Jumping as I felt something hot across my lap, looking down to see that I had spilled my coffee all over my desk and my lap. Growling a little before standing as quickly as I could, grabbing a rag that I could use to wipe it up. Picking up the inventory book as its pages were now wrinkled and stained a deep brown.
Moving it to the back room and putting a fan on it so it could dry, sitting on my bed and putting my head in my hands.
"What the hell was that? Why do I keep seeing those two?! I don't even know what the girl looks like!"
Running a hand in my hair for a moment before glancing at the clock again. It was only a quarter to five. Maybe a nap would do me some good. After all, I do have to go to the inn and collect rent. Laying down on the bed before putting my arm over my eyes and taking a breath before drifting to sleep after a few minutes. Exhaustion had me tightly in his hold.
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As of the last chapter, I'm out of premade parts that I made a while ago. I haven't done much with this since then but I do have a second job now. I'll do my best to read through the story so my three brain cells know what's going on again so I don't mess up the plot or anything.
I'll continue with the once-a-week updates to keep you guys on your toes, and I'll probably do some editing as I read things over. Thanks for reading so far.
Is it too obvious who's pov this part is in? Or is it just me?
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