Echo

// -- So, thank you. But I don't think I'm the girl you're looking for. @RedeemedHustler

// -- as you approached me with his twin. I never mentioned mating. And I'm SV. In a SL that's been running for months. -- @RedeemedHustler

// Odd... I didn't think that was what you wanted, @RedeemedHustler. {smiling pleasantly} Just pointed out my particular maniac, -

-- head} Thank you all the same. {nodding} Blue skies... @RedeemedHustler

{Offering @RedeemedHustler a warm, if slightly lost smile, she pointed towards @NotBluffing, chocolate curls ruffling as she shook her --

-- Just a dream... // @NotBluffing

-- into a ball and closed her eyes, struggling vainly for sleep that wasn't coming.} Not real... --

-- Laying her head to the pillow, dark brown mane spilling over snow white linens like chocolate sauce over ice cream, she curled up --

-- to protect her from something she wasn't even sure was real? --

-- touched the handset. Who exactly was she planning on calling? Her guard? Right. There's a good idea. How in the hell was he supposed --

-- quickly stepping through the floods of muted red and yellow as she crossed to the bed, reaching for the phone; hesitating as she --

-- uneasy at the silence... Pointing her toes, she tapped her foot against the reflected light from the strip stealing across her carpet; --

-- {mumbling} You're being an idiot... {Pushing to her feet, she walked across the tile to the door, stepping out into her hotel suite;

-- Yes. The only logical explanation. Answered everything but how she knew @NotBluffing.} --

-- Hell, even @NotBluffing was probably the result of some piece of undercooked steak, or one too many after show whiskeys. --

-- That's all it was. Nobody had died. No massacre in the shower. No girl, scarred for life on the floor. --

-- Just. A. Dream. --

-- shoulders as she shook, drawing her knees up to her chest, toes curling into the plush mat underfoot. --

-- eyes widening for a beat as it tumbled on to her back; the sudden warmth a comfort as she sat up; wrapping it around her bare --

-- Reaching for the bathrobe with shaking fingers, fingers curling around the fluffy white hem, she tugged it from its perch, --