Meg had heard of the other Meg, but she didn’t think about her a whole lot. When Christine had first mentioned her she’d been on Meg’s mind. It never struck her as weird that the Christine from her dreams and the Christine from real life were different, but for some reason the differences between herself and the Meg Christine had seen in her first dreams seemed bizarre. She was sure that it was just a matter of perspective.
“Well,” She let out a chuckle. “Better to smell like cookies than a locker room, right?” Meg crinkled her nose at the thought of a stinky locker room. She had never had much experience with the places as ballerinas didn’t need locker rooms. Meg had always slipped her pointe shoes on and off on the studio floor and she’d kept her tote bag of necessities in the studio on the edge of the room so that no one would trip over it.
“Take a bubble bath sometime. I know it might sound a little silly, but that always helps me when I’m going through a rough patch. Sitting in the warm water, playing with the bubbles... It’s very calming. That and a cup of tea and you’ll be feeling very, very zen!” Meg smiled brightly. She was feeling better now that she’d spoken to Christine about the dark turn her dreams had taken. She hoped that Christine was feeling a little bit better, too.