Alice Kennedy (rosemary_thyme) wrote in paxletalelogs, @ 2017-04-05 20:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | eris, uke mochi |
I had a dream. Crazy dream.
Who: BB & Alice.
What: Alice wakes from a nightmare.
Where: Alice's, then Brittany’s, apartment.
When: After this.
Alice gasped, her eyes flying open as sleep escaped her and left her breathing heavily alone in her bed. She blinked at the ceiling, the lights from outdoors casting odd shadows across it, and felt her heart pounding in her head. “Shit,” she whispered before sitting up and clutching at her forehead.
Alice had strong dreams before, ones that left her awake in the middle of the night as she tried to reason with herself that they weren’t actual reality. But this dream… the dream of the straw woman and the smokey creature… it was too strange to be real and yet it felt real. Alice felt the body of the woman, the tight pattern of the strands of grass that made up the torso from deep within, the lack of breath she needed to speak, the scent of sun-kissed wheat in her hair.
The smell was still there, lingering in the air, Alice was certain of it. And that other creature, Eris, the creature that was just like what Brittany had described. Alice covered her eyes with her fingers and rubbed at them. Between being blown off by Brian from tinder and the flirtations with Lucas and the unending warnings from Brittany that guys were the devil, surely that all mixed together with that weird dream Brittany had told Alice about and it had led to… this.
But it was the grain woman, Uke Mochi, that Alice couldn’t shake. Her story of her murder, the anger she felt, and the feeling of nothing as well. When Uke had fallen apart, Alice could feel the woman falling to pieces, she could feel the sensation of being spread across the floor, of touching the broken plates, then just as easily she felt herself coming back together again. It was terrifying and odd and still felt too real.
Turning to her bedside table, Alice flipped on the light, determined to chase the shadows of the dream away. The room being flooded with light and looking exactly as it had before brought an immediate sense of comfort and Alice’s heart slowed. Taking in a deep breath, Alice got to her feet and made her way to her bathroom where a glass awaited. With a flick of the light, she grabbed the glass and filled it with water, bringing it to her lips as she looked at herself in the mirror.
Her red hair was a tousled mess and her eyes were red from sleep, her pj top wrinkled, but Alice frowned as she lowered the glass back to the countertop, noticing that a clump of her hair was stiff, like she must have gotten some bakery batter in it without noticing it. “Gross,” she murmured as she reached for the stiff piece of hair and clamped on it, pulling it away from her hair to wash it. But it didn’t bend, it wasn’t like dirty hair, and it certainly wasn’t red. The piece of wheat gleamed from the bathroom light and Alice’s eyes went wide. She pulled at the piece of wheat, thinking it a dirty prank, but it pulled at her scalp until it finally broke free with an irritating pull of her skin.
Holding the strand of wheat in her hand and looking at the little spot of blood at the end from where it pulled out of Alice’s head, Alice screamed.