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Effects: Happiness and contentment. ♥ ...and then it devolves into a whole lot of confusion and doubt.

A darkened room. A view of the ceiling. Light blue paint, and spots of pale yellow, the kind that should glow in the dark, visible near the tiny slivers of the early morning sun barely peeking in over the curtains' tops, a strong yellow that turns the blue into green. The spots are stars, if anyone recognizes the patterns -- the Big Dipper, Draco, Cassiopeia, the Little Dipper with a light bulb where Polaris should be, the fixture taken out and replaced with a smaller dome just for that reason. Around the dreamer, soft sheets. Warmth. Someone else's warmth, and soft skin, a body's welcome weight on the dreamer's arm.

A yawn -- and they shifted just a little. The dreamer closed their eyes briefly, smiling, simply enjoying the moment, and then turned their head to the side.

Posters were on the wall. Dragons, humanoids with wings and strange colors, perhaps fairies, unicorns, fantastically-colored birds, and creatures that defied attempts to classify them, with horns and big noses and large eyes, fur and feathers and tails and scales, some with clothes, others without. Castles, lush trees, knights and archers, people with pointed ears, and a man with a long beard and staff and tall, pointed hat that matched his robes. Something furry hung in the corner, a long-haired creature with googly plastic eyes, hanging from a wooden cross by some long strings. In front of the view of all of that, skin. The shoulder, peeking out from under the blue sheets, was pale, the arm tanless and the back unobscured by any bra's strap, revealing a dusting of little freckles that led up to short, fluffy red hair.

The dreamer reached over with their other arm, tugging the sheet back up over the other, tucking them in gently... only for that hand to be caught by a softer one, a smaller, female one. Maybe she wasn't so asleep after all.

"Hey." A quiet whisper, and leaning forward, the dreamer planted a kiss against her bare shoulder, moving to hug her, holding her hand a little more right back.

"Hey." Her voice was warm, with a hint of a tease as she held his hand against her chest, her heartbeat slow and steady and warm.

"Sleep well?"

"Mmm," an agreement. She moved a little, leaning more against his chest, as content to relax there with him as he was with her.

A melody interrupted the quiet moment, an acoustic guitar and strings, and a male voice. "Why are there so many songs about rainbows,"

He groaned a little, not getting up, just peeking behind him at the end table there beside the bed. Two cell phones sat next to the lady's glasses, one of their screens blinking, the caller ID illegible from that angle.

"--and what's on the other side?"

"Someone doesn't know what time it is," she mumbled, pulling his arm over her more. He chuckled and leaned forward, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"Rainbows are visions,"

"Someone includes me, you know."

She just laughed at that. "Yeah, your stupid clock."

He glanced up at the clock on the wall -- the hour hand was pointing about halfway between the seven and the eight, and the minute hand was up between the thirteen at the top, and the one next to it. "It's not stupid," he corrected her, trying to sound serious. "It's impossible."

She laughed again, and let go of him so that he could reach the little phone, scooting away enough to give him room to get up.

"I know they're--"

He flipped it open with the hand he held it in, and put it to his ear, propping himself up on his elbow. "Hello?"

Abel's voice greeted him. "Harley, did you eat all of the cheesecake I brought home last night?"


"The cheesecake. I put it in the fridge, and now it's gone. Did you eat it?"

He frowned, shaking his head before he remembered that the gesture wouldn't carry over the phone. "I think you've got the wrong number."

Abel sounded vaguely amused. "Breakfast is in ten minutes." And then he hung up.

"Weird," he started, frowning more as he closed the phone. "Some guy thinks I ate his cheesecake."

"What?" Her voice was different, higher now, younger.

He opened his mouth to answer, but paused, eyeing the caller ID.

The name Abel stared back at him.

"I...." Something was off, but he wasn't sure exactly what. He blinked and looked again. He was holding the same device he'd been using for over a year now, not a slim black phone, but a somewhat wider silver Dreamberry, one with green paint across part of the top of it. The bedding under him was green. "This isn't...."

"This isn't what?" It was Rise, in one of her stylish dresses, sitting on top of the blankets beside him, not a nude lady lying in bed underneath them. She crossed her arms, giving him a cute little pout, her lower lip sticking out.

"It's...." He fumbled to figure out how to explain, looking from her to the bed. Had she been there the whole time? Had the wall behind her always been bare, except for the stripe of green paint splashed across it? There was no marionette hanging from a ceiling hook there in the corner, just a shelf with those felt puppets he'd been sewing, of the Embryon's demon forms.

She sighed. "Geez, Harley. You don't know anything, do you."

He looked down again, embarrassed for some reason he couldn't quite put his finger on, and was mildly relieved to find himself in an oversized green tee, like he usually wore to bed. "Sorry."

He reached up under his pillow and pulled it toward himself so he could bury his face in it. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't want to see any of this. As familiar as it was, as nice as it was, it seemed wrong somehow, and he wasn't comfortable with that.

It shouldn't be Rise there. The room should be different. The Dreamberry--

But it was already slipping away again, even as he tried to will it to revert to how it'd been only a minute before....

Harley pulled the Dreamberry out from under the pillow again, now finally awake. He pushed himself up to sitting, freeing himself of his sheets, his expression somewhere between confused beyond belief and stressed out.

"Abel? Rise?" He looked over to his bedroom door, unaware that the Dreamberry had broadcast anything, not thinking about it yet as he wiped his eyes and made a halfhearted effort to brush his wild orange hair back with a hand before getting up to peek out into the hall. Confirming what house he was in, at least, he went back to the bed to sit down again, not paying any attention to how he rubbed at the faintly-glowing mark on the back of his left hand.

In a whisper to himself, obviously not expecting anyone else to hear him, "What the hell was that?"

((For those curious: the ringtone would be the Rainbow Connection. I could not resist. ♥))
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