The next day after the dream was uneventful. When I go to sleep, I expect that last nights dream won't continue. But once I close my eyes, I'm transported back into the field of flowers. I take time to analyze my outfit. I'm wearing ripped fishnet stockings, a black Lolita dress, fingerless fishnet gloves that go up to my upper arms. I have intricate designs on all of my nails in black and white. I'm bearfoot. I have long curled at the ends blond hair trailing past my waist.
"Back again?" A familiar voice questions. I don't need to look to know Chessie is leaning into my neck.
"Weren't you expecting me?"
"What do you mean?"
"How could I resist coming back?" Chessie suddenly draws back.
"Easily" he growls under his breath. I blink and he disappears. I don't understand his sudden mood change. I try to enjoy the flowers for the time being, but I can only think about Chessie.
"You shouldn't come back if you know what's good for you. " Chessie's voice floats through the breeze as I wake up.