Go and make a cup of tea and try to talk things through
"Hm." You think, or rather, say, aloud to your mirror image who is now chewing incessantly on his nails. You hate that.
"Sorry" he says as he catches the annoyance in your eye and takes his fingers from his mouth. "it's a habit".
The dream has yet to dissolve so you decide a soothing cup of chamomile tea is the only answer to the questionable situation. You drag your still-sleeping legs out from under the warm covers and watch as your other self does the same.
"Tea?" he asks. You nod and attempt a smile through the confusion of it all.
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was posted on February 29, 2008 by
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