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Weekend at Sofia's: Waking Dream
🕑 Added 2021-03-27 16:44:23 +0000 UTCDylan found himself walking beneath gray skies; silvergranite vapor, like a curtain of obscurity that threatened to break into a downpour any moment. Beneath which were the twisting corridors of urban streets. A river of asphalt dividing sidewalk shores. There were no cars in sight, but he knew the traffic would swallow him entirely without a second thought if he so much as stepped into that stream of solid tar. Instead he wandered the concrete coast, giving fellow travelers wide berth on the path.
And the maze stretched on and on but seemed to curve just to the left of the horizon. Always bordered by vertical slopes. Unassailable building sides with no doors and no windows, whose canyon reaches formed uncertain layers of neon strata and weathered graffiti.
So preoccupied he was gazing skyward, he didn’t notice his collision course with someone in front of him until he’d already rebounded off them. He stumbled back with a mouth full of apologies that spilled out of his lips in mutter butter of ill-formed syllables. Incomplete offerings. A strangled whimper that only seemed to summon the crowd that gathered to gaze upon his ineptitude. He felt himself melt under their gaze. He shrank under their wordless judgment, paralyzed in place while distant muzzles tilted down in a mixture of disdain and amusement.
A cacophony of smirking snouts and cellphone cyclops’ leering over him. Hands on their knees with sneering jaws broken by hideous laughter. Drinking in his mute terror. Drowning out his heartbeat. While the awful weight of their gawking stares pushed down on him as he stumbled over the canyon cracks in the sidewalks.
He had to get away. Evade their scornful glances. Get to safety. It took all his effort to pull himself free of the spot. His shoes peeled off his feet and dissolved into the street. Lapped up by the hungry concrete. Its prickle teeth bit his heels and stabbed his toes as he pushed through a forest of long legs and struggled to reach the other side.
A house on a hill. A distant objective he had to reach. An escape from the terrible trepidation that hung over him. That lurking, predatory dread. A storm whose wet waters would sweep him away in the thirsty gullies of the side walk. Drag him away. Down, down, into the drains with the litter and the refuse and the brackish deep and the terrible things that swam under the water’s churning skin.
He felt the rain drops on the nape of his neck and he strained for a door knocker just beyond reach. The iron rust of it licked his palms but slipped from his grip. Further and farther the more he strained for it. The doorknob wouldn’t turn for him. Wouldn’t even jiggle. His grip was too weak. A humid petrichor beaded on his whiskers while the pumice sky grumbled hungrily. He cried into the rising gale and pounded and pounded on the door not to be left out in the rain. Not to be washed away. Not to be lost and forgot about. When the door opened like a yawning chasm – and he spilled forward into a brightness. A blinding light that snatched him away just as the snarling squall, the hurricane fangs of the wind snapped at his back.
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Dylan jolted wake with a sputtering wheeze. His sapphire eyes blinked away the bleary blighted blur of slumber staining his sight. Tried to blink away the mirage-mess of mingling concepts from his dreamscape. The awful grainy feeling of gray water that dripped his thoughts, evaporating in the cool morning air. He rubbed at his eyes, using his knuckles to quash obstinate visions and knead his aching eye sockets. Shadows of a memories of muddled terror. Emotional threads in a mural of thought fast fading from his mind. He was glad to chase away those Creepy and weird and very unwelcome. Though, his efforts were undermined by the abrasive grasp of a sunbeam piercing through a curtain in a distant window. A solar stare from a distal star whose inquisitive gaze spanned the depths of space just to inconvenience him.
He groaned and rolled over into the comfortable warmth of the doggy and buried his face into an patch of fur. It was soft and thick and cozy with familiar snoozy sorts of smells. Much nicer than the vestiges of a memory of a nightmare. Of city ozone and the gruesome geosmin of broken earth. He steeped in the organic warmth of a friend nearby. Soaked in the body heat of someone whose face was familiar. Sucked in a breath, holding it in his lungs and willing himself to calm the heck down. It helped. Marginally. Since being partially buried in woof-fields caused his thoughts to flash towards being cheekily compressed by a similarly cheeky canine. That got him worked up in an entirely different sort of way, so he groaned and rolled over, covering his eyes to avert the stare of the sun judging him for being all wiggly in the wake of a nightmare.
He felt himself sink into the softness of dog fluff and let a sigh flutter from his lips. Great. Nightmares. Juuuust what he needed right now. The weekend was already starting on a high note. Speaking of high notes he was going to have to ask Sofia to turn down her ceiling fan. It was achingly loud. Yet far away. Too far even. …And the wrong pitch for a fan.
The rabbit pulled himself up from the soft of the doggy fur, eeped, and tip-top-tumbled backwards under the direction of his own momentum. He’d kind of expected to have a pillow or something to grab onto – but the slope of the pretty-puppy precipice he had nestled into was not a particularly kind angle. What began as a slide evolved into roll; and head-over-heels lad tried to grasp at nearby fur to keep himself from falling off the bed; to no avail as he slid right off the slope and beyond with a squeak of surprise. Over the edge and down towards the–
FLUMPH!
The bed? He was expecting a face full of carpet or a clothing hamper but here he was on a familiar mattress Dylan blinked a moment as he bounced on the soft covers experimentally. Definitely bed. More like a padded plateau it felt like now that he was considering it more seriously. He was going to have to petition the puppy for her supplier because he definitely wanted a mega-scale mattress when this was all said and done. It was simply enormous. He turned to Sofia to ask if she was awake and - OH!... Oh…That explained it…Well, it looked like this was going to be a very eventful weekend indeed.
(After some minor delays, part one is complete! Part two shall hopefully be upon us later this year <3)
Comments
Malik Harrell
The story in this is so good!! I really love the size difference in this art piece! I hope he gets even smaller when the other girls come to play hehe. Maybe even get lost in Sofia's house as he has to run from their colossal paws as they search for him. Or probably just ends up looking for him later and just start chatting and dancing as Dylan frustratingly tries to get their attention lol.
Dinosorceror
Well, I can credit you for inspiration then :)
Dylan Bun
Sofia is the one doing the writing! I just provide the pics <3
Dinosorceror
Wow, Dylan, you've always been a great writer, but this time you've really outdone yourself!
Ravin Amulet
AAAAHHHH I LOVE THIS!!! I CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE!!
Nyterious Daligdig
Dwindling cabbit!
