~~Young~~

Chapter Fourteen

   Man, wouldn’t Chels have a field day with this one. She tried to conjure her up, to bring her image into this dream but she never appeared. Sera just shrugged it off; it wasn’t like any other part of this dream had been doing. Not that much was doing right now. All in all things had become pretty calm. No more visitors, nothing but Sera and her thoughts. She listened for sounds but heard nothing so she decided it was time to make something happen in this dream.

   She rolled to her side, the non-injured in reality side, but sucked in a breath as her shoulder brushed against the pillow. Soft as it was it hurt…now wasn’t that weird. It looked like she had been burned. Five tiny red dots speckled her left shoulder and upper arm, each tender to the touch. But why those but not the bullet hole? That didn’t make sense at all.

   Yes, because that’s what dreams were all about, making sense.

   She frowned and reached to her right side where she could oh so distinctly remember getting shot. She pushed the skin in, let go, and it popped right back out without so much as a twinge. She looked back to her shoulder, poked one of the dots, and shouted out loud at the pain.

   No sense at all…

   She pulled the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her, questioning herself at her own modesty in a dream, and padded across the plush carpet in the morning light to the window. She was dizzyingly high up, a penthouse maybe? She tried to look above her but couldn’t tell if this was the top floor of the building or not. Didn’t really fit her style though, even subconsciously, why would she dream up luxury when she had grown to despise her family’s wealth?

   When she turned away from the view she noticed some curious black marks in the rug near the end of the bed. As she came around they only became larger, more definition to them the closer they got to a closed door. Curious she leaned down and touched one. She was sure they too were burns, the fibers lumpy and hard beneath the stain. Could the same thing that caused them have caused the ones on her skin?

   She decided to follow their lead, only realizing when she was in front of the door that the carpet was soaked. So…someone had tried to clean up the imaginary stains/burns in her dream carpet…oookaaayyy.

   She shook it off and placed a hand on the brass handle, only to be hit with a sudden sense of anxiety like she had never known. She snatched her hand back and looked to the door in shock. It was only a door as far as she could tell…only who knew what was on the other side.

   Right, think dream Sera.

   Wouldn’t the typical thing be for it to be a sharp drop off? Sending her falling into the nothingness till she jolted awake? Actually…that didn’t sound like such a bad idea. Not that she wanted to face reality so soon, but she needed to get this all over with and get back. She still had plenty more to take care of while she was in Vancouver.

   She reached tentatively for the handle again, lightly touching it at first, and then wrapping her hand around it fully when the fear held off this time. She wrenched it down and pushed right through, preparing for the fall.

   Only instead of empty air her foot met hard tile.

   She had closed her eyes in anticipation of the drop, but opened them with a frown seeing a very normal bathroom. Well, normal if you ignored the melting mirror to her left. Or…not melting but melted. She walked up to the vanity and considered the odd sight, drumming her fingers as to what fire or heat had to do with her life. There did seem to be a lot of references to such, her burns, the rug burns and now the mirror?