[color=black][center][h2]Edward Carter[/h2][/center][/color]
[indent]Edward was having a nice dream; it wasn't a very 'strong' one, in fact felt rather amorphous, having no real direction, but the over all sensation from it was pleasant. It reminded him of spring skies or rolling green fields or families or happiness - maybe even all of them. If he really focused, he could probably make sense of the dream, but he didn't; doing so would ruin it's purity. Dreams were an art-form, and for all that he had practice sculpting them, shaping them to his will, the natural untouched reverie of the sleeping soul still far surpassed anything he could create. If dreams where too precise, they would be a memory, if they were too vague, it would be an unborn thought, a mere idea. Dreams lay somewhere in the interim, at a perfect balance between reality and imagination; that was what gave them beauty.

The dream he was having at the moment, however, was interrupted by the feeling of being violently hurtled across the room. In the dream, Edward took full control of his consciousness and sighed. Obviously that meant Lily was awake, and predictably none too pleased with his presence.

He felt his body smash against the wall with enough for that were he a normal human it would have surely resulted in a broken nose, or at the very least some serious bruising. As always, Edward came out of it unscathed, the damage retconned out of existence.

By this point, he was now in a pseudo awakened state, enough to control his body with some measure of competency and manage a somewhat graceful landing, but still, he allowed himself to fall to the ground and crumble like a ragged doll. He [i]really[/i] didn't feel like getting up. It was still awhile before the evening party, so why couldn't he rest up as much as he wanted before then? Part of him was annoyed that Lily had chosen to wake him up too early, but another part of him was understanding of her, while convincing him to shrug it off; seriously though, this girl was really violent. Probably the most violent he's ever met - and he'd been to Brooklyn!

"Hullo Lily," he said in the most polite manner possible through his groggy state, "you look lovely." And please leave me alone, went unsaid.[/indent]
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