7 Running and Dreaming (1/2)

As soon as Ash got inside her dorm room, she dropped her book bag on the floor, tossed off her overcoat, stepped out of her leather school shoes, and flopped face down on her bed. Celia quietly picked up her friend's discarded book bag and set it on the floor beside Ash's study table. She balled up the crumpled coat and set it on top of Ash's book bag. Then, she put both of their shoes aside and put her own book bag on her own study table, just beside Ash's.

Celia quietly changed into a pink velour Adidas Originals tracksuit and put on a pair of pure white Adidas trainers with gold accents. She knew that some of the students made fun of her for being noveau riche and her alleged lack of good taste, so she made it a point to double down on her flashy street-style aesthetic at school. She knew what she liked and her friends already liked her just the way she was: she had no intention of changing to impress strangers no matter how rich their families were.

After she had dressed, she bent down closer to Ash who still had her face half-buried in the pillow.

”You'll hurt your back sleeping like that. Roll over like a good dog!” she joked.

Ash replied with a deep guttural growl that seemed to reverberate from deep in her throat.

”Woah. That's new, I didn't know you could do that! Good girl!” Celia laughed, impressed with her friend's impression of a growling dog. Ash was really great at playing along with her gags, but Celia had never heard her make that sound before.

”I'll see you later, okay? Bye!”

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Ash fell into a deep sleep. She dreamed that she was in the woods. The sun was beginning to set and the trees cast long shadows on the undergrowth. She put her nose in the air and sniffed. She could smell the scent of frost-covered leaves in the air, the dirt, and various other musky odors. One particular scent stood out to her and she followed her nose to where it led.

Perhaps she was crawling in the dream, because her view was quite close to the ground. But she didn't feel uncomfortable being on all fours, so she kept crawling forward. She was surprisingly nimble despite being on her hands and knees and she had no trouble moving through the woods. In fact, she felt lighter.

She crawled toward the source of the musky smell. The smell belonged to a young deer. Ash spotted it a few feet away and crouched behind a frost covered bush. The deer was foraging, chewing away at soft weeds. It nibbled away at a berry bush. Ash was very careful not to make a sound as she observed the deer.