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Dwane was abruptly startled from sleep when Stella switched on her TV. He felt confused and disorientated, almost started to panic, until he remembered where he was, and what he wanted to do. He watched her zap through the channels, never staying on one of them longer than half a minute, then finally switch it off again. He waited patiently while she said goodnight to her dog and went to have a shower. He sensed how much she enjoyed the hot water pouring over her. I haven’t had a shower since my last normal day. Funny, I’m not dirty nor smelling like anything. Perhaps it’s a side effect of this existence, whatever it is. However, I miss my life, the normality. I miss it all so terribly.
He decided to let her fall asleep until he would try to establish another contact with her, as he still wanted to avoid scaring her at all costs.
About two hours later, he followed the path into her sleeping room, finding her already deep in her dreams. He went to her side of the bed and crouched down beside her. Like the last time he had seen her like this, she slept with her hand tucked under her cheek.
Like the last time, he reached out to touch her face, her hair, gently stroking the smooth blond strands with his fingertips while he dived into her dreams.