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Waking up from a disturbing dream with a jerk that brings you to a sitting position is actually rather rare. It's disorienting, and rather an effort to go from horizontal to perpendicular the instant you wake from a deep sleep, and thus, does not happen nearly as frequently as the visual media would have you believe.

That said... the instant Shelley wakes, she sits bolt upright in bed, trembling.

She'd been dreaming- just dreaming, thank god, but- She shoves the covers off her legs with a shudder, feeling the cold air rush over her slightly damp skin gratefully.

Wrong. That was- she didn't- Small hands smooth tangled hair back from her face, then rest over her eyes. Just a dream. A stupid... could have been caused by anything.

It felt...

Just a dream.

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Shelley folds her arms angrily and glares at him with as much spirit as she can call up this early in the morning. It's not much, when taken with her baggy pyjamas and tousled hair, but it will have to do for now.

"It is what normal pople do!" she shoots back. "Just- just as a matter of course!"

Elan shrugged slightly, and made a rather flippant comment as if to diffuse her intensity.

"Well, I had not had a reason to do so before so it necessarily slipped my mind."

A pause, and a slight inquiry.

"Is something the matter?"

"No!"

Wait.

"Yes. Lock the door. And- and I have to go, to put the tea on."

Tea. For drinking, and breakfast. Shelley spins on one heel, wobbly, and makes a beak for the stairs, cheeks pink, and shoulders tense.

Smiling, Elan chortled happily to himself. That was very interesting, indeed. Retreating back into the bathroom, he turned on the water, and as an afterthought locked the door.

Why upset her?

He waited for a moment for the water to warm. A cold shower would spoil the mood.

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