[TOY] Plaything

[skinstealer]

POLKA DOT: Yeah! Yeah, of course!
POLKA DOT: Like…whatever you’re good with.
POLKA DOT: And thanks for being chill with my whole, uh…new…to everything thing.
POLKA DOT: Yeah.
WILLOW: It’s okay…I remember being like that too.
 

The character on her face smiles, a little sun popping up. You could have melted then and there.

WILLOW: And thanks for telling me you liked the look…I really appreciate it.
POLKA DOT: No prob…
POLKA DOT: Hope you got an easy walk back, I have a rough time getting back and forth to my room as it is.
WILLOW: I’ll be okay, I’ve gotten pretty good at it by now.
WILLOW: Um…try humming a song as you go. It helps sometimes, because when the song’s over…you’re there.
 

She awkwardly starts to walk away, giving you a little wave.

WILLOW: Thanks for talking…
POLKA DOT: Yeah! It was nice meeting you!
 

You’re clutching your catalog a bit, a warm feeling going through you- the pain pangs from earlier are still kind of present, but they feel underneath the surface now. A very warm, fuzzy surface.

You head back to your room, humming a little nonsense song along the way. Sure enough, it actually gets you there…how about that.

Your key fob starts counting down as you cross the threshold- a little bit over 8 hours left.

You’re tired, honestly…it’s been a long day, and your bed is inviting as you kick your shoes off and strip down, flopping into the blankets. Almost immediately, you start to feel yourself doze off, lazily trying to get the blankets over you before sleep overtakes you.

And then it does, your mind at ease.

Until you begin to dream.

What do you see?