Ignorance

“You’re fine.” Emile blinked. Oh wow. This was the comfiest bed he’d ever laid on.

“Yeah... I can see why. Forests are always calming. Back home, the dreamscape was kind of like this, except it was always night, with blues instead of greens and stars ...

Emile smiled slightly. The room made him feel comfy. And a bit drowsy.

Emile looked around. There was a strong smell of coffee.

“Oh? That sounds good to me.”

Janus nodded. “Mhm... haven’t slept that well in a while, actually.”

“I dunno... I have no idea where to go now, I don’t even know if the imagination is still there...”

Emile held onto Remy the entire time. He was still a bit shaken up.

Emile took shaky breaths, nodding. He got up, still clinging to Remy.

Emile’s breathing hitched. Was this like the split? Where everything he loved was taken away from him? Everything splitting apart- breathing getting faster- everything, gone, gone, gone-

“H-Huh..? Why is everything moving around??”

{Oh sure, how come?}

Emile smiled back.

Emile sat there with Remy for a while.

“I’m okay. At least I think so.”