Wisps of steam danced from the freshly brewed coffee, filling the air with a rich, inviting aroma. Crimson walked over to the kitchenette counter, and Solstace poured her a cup of coffee and sat beside her.
With a furrowed brow, Solstace leaned in. “Feeling any better? That dream seemed to shake you up. Want to talk about it?”
Crimson stared into the swirling darkness of her coffee, her fingers tracing the cup’s rim as if to anchor herself.
Now, he wants to talk about my dream? Wow. Yet he couldn’t get away from me fast enough just 20 minutes ago! She hesitated, then finally met his eyes.
“Yeah, I guess. It wasn’t a dream, Mr. Grumpy.” She sighed. “I don’t wake up screaming from dreams. Well, at least not that kind of scream.” She attempted to laugh.
Solstace squirmed, the stool crea
