Claire got a chance to sleep off the worst of the hangover and her exhaustion. Hours passed sleeping with Kate as her pillow and bed. She felt a tickling sensation traveling slowly up her stomach at some point, and coming to a halt at her bosom. It made her smile and try to move away from it in her sleep, but whatever it was had gotten underneath her shirt.
“Stop it.” Claire mumbled, half-asleep.
However, instead of stopping it began to fiddle with her bra and squeeze her inappropriately. Claire opened her eyes, quite shocked and appalled. Who the hell would do something like that to her when she was asleep!? She found an arm slipped under her shirt, and discovered that the arm belonged to Kate, who had her eyes closed, but still kept fondling Claire.
“Kate! What do you think you’re doing?” Claire asked, not amused in the slightest. She shoved the woman so she would cease pretending to be asleep. She had to pull her hand away from her using force, as if it had a life of its own.
“Do you think this is funny?” She snarled when Kate had opened her eyes. “How many times have you… been touching me while I was asleep?” She sounded a lot more disgusted by the action than she actually was. If anything, Claire was surprised and unsure of how to react to the situation.
“I don’t even know what to say to you! I guess it’s a good thing I sleep with a tiger instead of alone.” Claire grasped her throat when the words came out loud, hostile and revolted. That hadn’t been her intention.
She stood up, stepped away and turned her back on Kate. The sight that met her instead of her perverted friend was something entirely unexpected and horrifying, but at least she could come to the conclusion that this was all a dream and Kate hadn’t been touching her weirdly in real life. At least the real Kate wasn’t a closeted pervert, even if the Kate in this dream was.
Ahead of her laid a barren, dark and volcanic land of ash. There were rivers of burning fire with black smoke filling the air above them. The tents and wagon of the circus that should have been there were gone. No, not gone completely. She did notice burned down remains of what could have once been a number of wagons. Pieces of fabric that had once belonged to tents could be seen floating on the hot winds that swept the area.
Purgatory, was the first word that came to mind to describe the area in this nightmare. Why couldn’t she have gotten another pleasant dream about adventures with her kittens? Claire sighed and pinched herself to try to wake back up. It didn’t work though. It contributed to the creepy feeling that had inserted itself in her mind about how this was all too real. It made her wonder who the Kate in this dream was, but she didn’t dare turning around to check if her friend had changed shape as well.
“Stop it.” Claire mumbled, half-asleep.
However, instead of stopping it began to fiddle with her bra and squeeze her inappropriately. Claire opened her eyes, quite shocked and appalled. Who the hell would do something like that to her when she was asleep!? She found an arm slipped under her shirt, and discovered that the arm belonged to Kate, who had her eyes closed, but still kept fondling Claire.
“Kate! What do you think you’re doing?” Claire asked, not amused in the slightest. She shoved the woman so she would cease pretending to be asleep. She had to pull her hand away from her using force, as if it had a life of its own.
“Do you think this is funny?” She snarled when Kate had opened her eyes. “How many times have you… been touching me while I was asleep?” She sounded a lot more disgusted by the action than she actually was. If anything, Claire was surprised and unsure of how to react to the situation.
“I don’t even know what to say to you! I guess it’s a good thing I sleep with a tiger instead of alone.” Claire grasped her throat when the words came out loud, hostile and revolted. That hadn’t been her intention.
She stood up, stepped away and turned her back on Kate. The sight that met her instead of her perverted friend was something entirely unexpected and horrifying, but at least she could come to the conclusion that this was all a dream and Kate hadn’t been touching her weirdly in real life. At least the real Kate wasn’t a closeted pervert, even if the Kate in this dream was.
Ahead of her laid a barren, dark and volcanic land of ash. There were rivers of burning fire with black smoke filling the air above them. The tents and wagon of the circus that should have been there were gone. No, not gone completely. She did notice burned down remains of what could have once been a number of wagons. Pieces of fabric that had once belonged to tents could be seen floating on the hot winds that swept the area.
Purgatory, was the first word that came to mind to describe the area in this nightmare. Why couldn’t she have gotten another pleasant dream about adventures with her kittens? Claire sighed and pinched herself to try to wake back up. It didn’t work though. It contributed to the creepy feeling that had inserted itself in her mind about how this was all too real. It made her wonder who the Kate in this dream was, but she didn’t dare turning around to check if her friend had changed shape as well.