She opened the door after I knocked, surprised and not surprised to see me in the dream. She asked if I was taking her on an adventure. I laughed and admitted I was trying to duck one.
“You should stop by more often.”
“I try to respect boundaries.”
“You do that too well.”
“So I’ve been told. Guess it comes with being so anti-social.”
She shot me a viciously maternal look and told me to sit my anti-social ass down. Looking over I saw she already had company, but the other woman was too deeply engrossed in a book to notice me.
“She has homework to do. Her task isn’t done yet.” I nod as I take the glass from my host. I thank her and sip. I look at the glass warningly.
“What? You think I’m poisoning you?”
“It’s not Sweet Tea.”
“You can’t stand Sweet Tea, you said.”
“You don’t serve anything else, you said.”
“You silly! I watered a glass down and dropped some lemon to cover it up! I commit sacrilege just for you!” She was laughing as hard as she was faking her regret.
“Oh. A glass of blasphemy? Well, why didn’t you say so? I’ll drink to that!” And I downed the entire glass with no fear and much flourish. She took my glass and promised to make the second fill more interesting.
In the corner, a spider could be heard chuckling.
I have good friends.
Good morning.