Dream

She slid the pizza into the oven and tossed extra cheese on it. Stupid frozen pizzas. Never enough cheese. Stingy pricks.

Her fur boots made no sound on the hardwood floor. She loved her fur boots. She ran around in hot pants and a tank top, but she still wore her pink fur boots. A finger tapped her shoulder as she grabbed the orange juice out of the fridge. "Iahh!" she whirled around.
"Taylor!" She glared. He smirked.
"Heyllo Brooke! Thought I'd pop by for a visit. You mind?"

She rolled her eyes and took a swig out of the carton.
"That's attractive."
She opened her mouth and sloshed the juice around for him to see.
"Uch!"
"Don't you have better things to do at the moment?"
"No. I'd rather annoy you. Can I have my own pizza please?"

Brooke rolled her eyes again but put a second pizza in the oven. She turned around to find Taylor pouring juice into a tumbler. He offered it to her. She reached for the carton but he held it out of her reach. Scowling, she snatched the glass and drank from it.

Late that night there were two plates in the sink. Two glasses. She leaned over the toilet, spewing both pizzas. Her vision had long since blurred. Her mind had long since succumbed to her dreams and fantasies. Still sick to her stomach, she stumbled to her room.

She pulled out her notebook and began to write. Stories, people, worlds she created, smiling to herself. Taylor watched her from the desk chair. "You continuing the chronicles?"
"Not tonight. I'd rather work on the imagery of the underworld."
"You don't look so well."
"I don't think the pizza sat well with me."
"Well you only ate a whole thing."
"So did you."
"I am a guy. That's what I do."
"Why don't you shut up and get me a tea?"
"Oh fine. Black?"
"With brown sugar and milk."
"Be right there."

She got up to make the tea.

She lived within her dream.