Breaking through layers of consciousness, I find myself somewhere foreign, yet strangely homely.
"What is this place?"
This place looks nothing like my hometown; I must be so far from home. I think this is a dream, but I can't be too sure. Everything feels too real: the rain pounding on my face, the chilled surface of cobblestone on my toes, the intense slashes of lightning...
I slowly begin to walk. While I'm here, I might as well explore.
Eventually, I end up at a blindingly bright field of flowers: roses, pansies, and more. The smell, painfully strong, makes me cringe and wrinkle my nose. "Urgh..."
I decide to turn away from the foliage, and reach a small home. "Wonder if anybody's here...?" I mumble, before pushing open the door.
A tiny girl sits on a white sofa, a broad cup firmly within her palms. Her skin face is painted with tan freckles, her wide eyes are a deep brown. A mass of bronze curls sits on her shoulders.
"Oh, hello," She smiles. "if you'd like, I'll whip you up a warm drink, since you must be freezing."
"Oh, um..."
Isn't it a little rude of me to take drinks from strangers? On the other hand, would that even matter in a dream? I'm not sure what to say to her.
"I'll get you a nice steaming cup of hot cocoa."
She grins, shuffles to the door behind her and pushes it open with her foot. People in this dream are friendly, that's for sure. I lean against a wall, clicking my tongue rhythmically in boredom.
"How many sugars?" She calls. "How about four?"
"Sure, that sounds good." I reply.
She returns, and hands me a huge cup. A mountain of whipped cream supports miniature marshmallows, and it almost grazes my nose as I take the cup from her. "Wow, thanks...!"
"Take a sip."
I do as she says, and my vision begins to fail me. Everything becomes swirls and shapes, spinning faster, and faster...
I'm somewhere different, now. My face is buried in something... oh! My pillow! I'm back home? Sigh. Just when I was getting to the best part of my dream...