A Midsummer Night's Dream (Kit & Zaphod)
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				Title: <strong>A Midsummer Night's Dream (Kit &amp; Zaphod)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 21:57:46</strong>
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				Drawing her bath was a ritual Jessica looked forward to every evening. Pulling her long golden brown hair into a loose chignon, she quickly got undressed and wrapped herself up in her favourite pale blue robe. She sat on the edge of her tub and turned on the water, her hand immersed in the flow until it was warm enough, quickly putting the stopper in &amp; adding her favourite lavender scented bath salts. As the tub filled, she examined herself in the mirror. Her skin had a glow, like the palest honey, a result of her mixed French &amp; Chinese heritage. She noticed her hazel eyes looked greener than usual today; a result, no doubt, of the fight she had had with her boss. <br><br>She worked for a small electronics company, doing bookkeeping, and he was always questioning her methods. Never mind that the bills were always paid, the invoices were never late going out, and her books were impeccably balanced. Sighing softly, she slipped off her robe, hanging it on the bathroom door. Climbing into the bath, she lowered herself slowly; the water was hot enough that steam rose up from the surface, like a mist or fog. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the high wall of the tub, relaxing into the water. Careful not to fall asleep in the tub, she got out as soon as her fingertips started to wrinkle.<br><br>Toweling off, she rubbed some scented oils into her skin and put her robe back on. Feeling more relaxed now, she headed into her bedroom. Her apartment was small, but enough for her. She lived in one of the shore towns, Point Pleasant, to be exact. It was sometimes loud at night during the summer months, due to tourists and whatnot, but she didn’t live so close to the beach that it was a problem. Pulling back the sheets, she slipped out of her robe once more, hanging it on the bedpost. As she got into bed, the icy sheets made her skin feel alive. Nuzzling into her soft pillow, she yanked her sheet up around her neck, and quickly fell asleep…<br><br><em>She was back in New York City, walking along Fifth Ave, Central Park to her right &amp; the Metropolitan Museum of Art looming up ahead. The sun was shining brightly. In fact, everything seemed brighter than usual; as though she was looking at everything through a polarized lens or something. She walked along the museum’s façade and bought a hot dog. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been here, in all honesty. The hot dog tasted like the best hot dog she had ever had. She knew she was dreaming then!<br><br>Her pale pink dress fluttered in the breeze as she looked up at the museum. Maybe next time, she thought. Retracing her steps, she decided to turn into the Park. The Turtle Pond wasn’t far from here, she remembered. Oh wait! She walked faster along 79th Street, remembering the castle…There it was! Belvedere Castle…Smiling as she walked up to it, she was mesmerized, as most were to find a castle in the middle of the park. Looking around, this was the first time she noticed how empty the park was. Where were the children? Where were the tourists? The locals, even…<br><br>She kept walking ‘til she reached Turtle Pond, sitting down on the grass nearby. Hugging her knees to her chest, she watched the birds and squirrels playing with each other. One particular squirrel came very close to her. It almost looked as though it was trying to say something, but then it turned and ran away. As it did, she looked up and saw a man at the other end of the pond. Who is this, she wondered? Normally, she only dreamt of people she knew. But this man, she didn’t recognize. She flushed a little as she looked him over. From a distance, she couldn’t tell too much, but what she could see, she liked! She stood up and waved broadly. It’d be nice to have someone to talk to, she thought. It’s so quiet here! Not even the usual sounds of New York City, cars, ambulances, sirens, etc., could be heard.</em><br>
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