dream: graham and jake
[It was a dream, but self-awareness was evasive like black cats in midnight rooms, and therefore Jake did not know it was a dream. Not at first. The setting was familiar, and familiarity didn't worry him. The home was larger in dimension than reality would have allowed for, but Jake had been so much smaller the last time he'd set foot through the halls, his dream stretched the walls higher now and the halls longer to accommodate more than a decade's worth of a boy's growth spurt.
The house wasn't lively or fragrant like it'd been when his mother had still been alive, and that was because those were not the memories that Jake recalled with any accuracy. Jake remembered the end. Jake remembered lights off all the time, even at night, like the house was the one in mourning. That's how it was now, haunted and lonely, with shadows that climbed the wallpaper due to the clouds that shifted before a full moon from outside the kitchen window. There was a figure at the other end of the hall, and it looked like the outline of a woman, but Jake couldn't quite be sure.]
Hello? Ma'am? [He called out in question before stepping forward, following the dark woman as she rounded into the living room. But then, she suddenly wasn't there at all anymore. Jake turned around, frowning and scanning the quiet nothing of the hallway again.]