Dreamcatcher

Over lunch, Confetti and Basil sat together on the green. “You have vivid dreams, Beastley, you know that? Who are all these people who you think of while you slumber?” Basil asked, already knowing the answer. “I-I didn’t dream last night, Baz.” “Oh, but you did. You just didn’t HAVE the dream. I did.” Looking back down to her meal, Alex didn’t want to speak of it anymore. It was the second day of school, no silliness, stupidity and mystery until at least the second week. She had had enough craziness and confusion for one day, she bid him farewell as she pushed her sleeves up her arms.

Thinking deeply as she walked to her next class, Alexandretta began to feel violated. The slimy git had stolen her dream! That was her slumberous hallucination, not his!