That night, sleep took you quickly, deeper than usual, like sinking into warm, heavy silk.
The dream came almost immediately.
You stood in a grand parlor, the air thick with the scent of vanilla and something richer, like freshly baked pastries. The furniture was ornate, plush seating arranged around a fireplace that crackled softly. A chandelier cast golden light over the room, making everything shimmer.
Then, movement, a figure seated in the largest chair, watching you with a knowing gaze.
"Come here, dear," the woman purred. Her voice was smooth, velvety, familiar in a way you couldn’t place.
Your feet carried you forward without hesitation.
She was immense, her body draped in the same burgundy dress from the attic, but it fit her perfectly, hugging her curves like it was woven just for her. Her face was soft, round with indulgence, framed by carefully styled curls. Rings adorned her fingers, catching the light as she reached out.
Fingertips brushed your cheek. Warmth spread from the touch, sinking into your skin, deeper than skin, like it had always been there, just waiting to be awoken.
"Yes… much better," she whispered.
You wanted to speak, to ask who she was, what she wanted, but your lips wouldn’t move. All you could do was stand there as she smiled, eyes gleaming with something unreadable.
The dream shifted.
A plate appeared in your hands, piled high with delicate pastries, their scent intoxicating. You didn’t remember picking them up.
"Eat," she said simply, and suddenly, the hunger was overwhelming.
The first bite melted on your tongue, impossibly rich, impossibly perfect. One after another, the pastries disappeared, but the plate never emptied. Warmth spread through you, a deep, comforting weight settling into your bones.
A strange pressure, a fullness, a sense of expansion…
Then, the dream shattered.
You woke abruptly, blinking against the dim morning light filtering through your curtains.
Your heart pounded in your chest, but you couldn’t remember why. Just a lingering warmth, a faint taste of vanilla on your tongue.
And an odd feeling, deep in your gut, but you brushed it off as your stomach began to grumble.
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