Mar. 23rd, 2024 09:47
Velvet dreams
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overmoreficsQuiet. Peace and quiet, Emma liked it. The treatment felt much better than the previous one, never felt like she was going to be in pain like before.
The blue-haired man would ease her to sleep sometimes, but she didn't mind him that much. He was just there, helping them and doing his job, nothing else was on his mind.
The Miss, however… She felt different.
The Miss’ gentle hands would hold her, in a way she found familiar yet unknown. Since she had come here, she's had dreams of her mother tucking her in and holding her when she was a child. This, while the action was the same, held a much different feeling. The hands were cold, unlike her mother's, but there was gentleness held in it, care. The miss knew what she was doing when handling her like this.
When that strange guy who didn't like showing his face started behaving weirdly, Miss showed more attention to them, Emma being no exception. Still, even the blue guy had noticed that Emma had gotten more of it, leaving him to look after the rest. To that, she couldn't complain. The touches were too nice, the dreams had become too pleasant.
One night, an endless sky was her home, clouds soft and white. With the setting sun to set the mood, Emma watched as it changed the colors of the sky, erupting peace in her. The wind in her hair felt nice, strong and peaceful. Strong enough to make her hat fly away, landing near her. As she reached to take it back, the Miss was there, sitting and looking at the sky too.
“Miss?”
“Do you love the color of the sky?”
Emma looked back up, many shades of red and pink in front of her.
“Yes.”
“Which one?”
“The pinks. They are pretty and remind me of flowers. I was a gardener before I came here.”
She looked at the woman who seemed to pay more attention to the sky now. Without much thinking, Emma got up from her stop and walked over to sit next to her. Miss didn’t move or react to her action, not until Emma leaned onto her, hugging her in the process. She didn’t know why there was the urge to do that, but it was stronger than her. A hand around her waist was a sight she didn’t do anything wrong though, as it tightened and made her let out a happy giggle.
Miss was always so nice to her, she didn’t understand why some other people didn’t like her as much. Even in her dreams, she was the sweetest person, what was not to like there?
Emma wished she could be able to experience this forever.
---
When woken up, she was a little sad. That sweet dream now gone, returned to the reality where Miss was nothing but a sweet lady trying to help her. To have something more would be a dream, but Emma was not allowed to long for something like that.
“Did you sleep well?”
Miss, standing next to her, seemed oddly happy, more so than usual. Was it even possible to do that?
“Yes. I had a very pleasant dream.”
“I’m glad to hear that. It seems our progress is going well then.” Emma sat up, ready to leave now, but Miss seemed to still stand there instead of doing her usual paperwork she’d do after this.
“Is something wrong,” she dared ask.
“Would you like a walk with me? All that sleep can be bad for one’s health, and with how much all of you have been sleeping, it can’t be good to only lay down or sit all day. The garden is pretty at this time of the year too.”
A walk with Miss? How could she refuse?
“I would love to, Miss.”
“Please,” the woman continued. “Just call me Ivy. There’s no need for formalities outside of our work.”
Ivy. Very pretty name. Only people who worked here knew that name, Emma knowing it meant so much. She didn’t see her as just a patient, perhaps. Maybe she could be more.
First standing, then walking with her, out into the gardens, filled with beautiful flowers of all kinds. Emma could talk about them all day, she wanted to, but maybe Ivy wouldn't appreciate too much information at once. If they do this more often, however, she can talk a bit about it every time, and day by day, walk by walk, she could share her happiness with her. Maybe she could be more than just a patient.
It felt like a velvet dream to even think about it.
One day, maybe. She will get there eventually.
The blue-haired man would ease her to sleep sometimes, but she didn't mind him that much. He was just there, helping them and doing his job, nothing else was on his mind.
The Miss, however… She felt different.
The Miss’ gentle hands would hold her, in a way she found familiar yet unknown. Since she had come here, she's had dreams of her mother tucking her in and holding her when she was a child. This, while the action was the same, held a much different feeling. The hands were cold, unlike her mother's, but there was gentleness held in it, care. The miss knew what she was doing when handling her like this.
When that strange guy who didn't like showing his face started behaving weirdly, Miss showed more attention to them, Emma being no exception. Still, even the blue guy had noticed that Emma had gotten more of it, leaving him to look after the rest. To that, she couldn't complain. The touches were too nice, the dreams had become too pleasant.
One night, an endless sky was her home, clouds soft and white. With the setting sun to set the mood, Emma watched as it changed the colors of the sky, erupting peace in her. The wind in her hair felt nice, strong and peaceful. Strong enough to make her hat fly away, landing near her. As she reached to take it back, the Miss was there, sitting and looking at the sky too.
“Miss?”
“Do you love the color of the sky?”
Emma looked back up, many shades of red and pink in front of her.
“Yes.”
“Which one?”
“The pinks. They are pretty and remind me of flowers. I was a gardener before I came here.”
She looked at the woman who seemed to pay more attention to the sky now. Without much thinking, Emma got up from her stop and walked over to sit next to her. Miss didn’t move or react to her action, not until Emma leaned onto her, hugging her in the process. She didn’t know why there was the urge to do that, but it was stronger than her. A hand around her waist was a sight she didn’t do anything wrong though, as it tightened and made her let out a happy giggle.
Miss was always so nice to her, she didn’t understand why some other people didn’t like her as much. Even in her dreams, she was the sweetest person, what was not to like there?
Emma wished she could be able to experience this forever.
---
When woken up, she was a little sad. That sweet dream now gone, returned to the reality where Miss was nothing but a sweet lady trying to help her. To have something more would be a dream, but Emma was not allowed to long for something like that.
“Did you sleep well?”
Miss, standing next to her, seemed oddly happy, more so than usual. Was it even possible to do that?
“Yes. I had a very pleasant dream.”
“I’m glad to hear that. It seems our progress is going well then.” Emma sat up, ready to leave now, but Miss seemed to still stand there instead of doing her usual paperwork she’d do after this.
“Is something wrong,” she dared ask.
“Would you like a walk with me? All that sleep can be bad for one’s health, and with how much all of you have been sleeping, it can’t be good to only lay down or sit all day. The garden is pretty at this time of the year too.”
A walk with Miss? How could she refuse?
“I would love to, Miss.”
“Please,” the woman continued. “Just call me Ivy. There’s no need for formalities outside of our work.”
Ivy. Very pretty name. Only people who worked here knew that name, Emma knowing it meant so much. She didn’t see her as just a patient, perhaps. Maybe she could be more.
First standing, then walking with her, out into the gardens, filled with beautiful flowers of all kinds. Emma could talk about them all day, she wanted to, but maybe Ivy wouldn't appreciate too much information at once. If they do this more often, however, she can talk a bit about it every time, and day by day, walk by walk, she could share her happiness with her. Maybe she could be more than just a patient.
It felt like a velvet dream to even think about it.
One day, maybe. She will get there eventually.
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