The walk home in the calm early day sun was exactly what she needed. Everything seemed so surreal and dreamy and she needed the walk, to not only wake her up but to accept this was real. That everything she remembered had happened. That her now blooming, bouncing happy heart was not some mythical illusion about to be shattered by waking up.
Muffin practically devoured her on sight and only made it as far as the grass by the door before releasing a night’s worth of doggy gifts. Rose was now feeling fragile and nauseous from alcohol consumption and could barely scoop it up into one of her doggy bags. Throwing the little fur ball, a pained look and making disgusted noises. He just ignored her, sniffing at some flowers.
Rose was really beginning to suffer, and the thought of breakfast was no
