My eyeslids drift towards each other, but I quickly jolt them open again. I hit my head against the rock as I lean my head back.
"Ouch," I say, rubbing the back of my head. I pull my hand back and there is some blood on it. "Oh damn," I wipe it on the wall and pull out a hankerchief.
Ellipsis slips her head through the wall and she sees me wiping my head.
"What happened?" she asks.
"I'm bleeding trying to stay awake to speak to you!" I yell, more mad at myself than her.
"Oh my gosh!" she says and hurries out of the wall to sit beside me.
I smile as she sits down. "That wasn't so hard now was it?" she glares at me but takes the hankerchief and starts dabbing he back of my head. I feel odd, having her dab at my dirty head.
"You hit it pretty good," she says.
"Yes, but nothing compared to what could've happened in that war," Ellipsis stops and stretches her neck around to look at my face, "I've missed you,"
"I knew it! It wasn't a dream," she says.
"Ha, no. Although it felt like it, it wasn't. I even believe it was a dream when I awoke the next morning," I smile and turn to face her. I reach up my hand up and lay it upon one side of her head, rubbing her cheek bone with my thumb, "Now please, tell me you didn't," I say, my eyes pleading.