Lust shook her head at the odd thought and moved toward the central windows, against the far wall. At the sudden question her attention turned from the daytime curtains to Maurice, a thoughtful frown tugging at her painted lips.
"Last night? I'm sure I did, I dream every night, from what I understand. Not all of them linger, though. And usually they're so hard to describe anyway - ever shifting scenes and images that bleed together and melt apart in little semblance of a story. But I dream about climbing a mountain sometimes. To the very top."
She could have just said 'I don't remember', but she wanted to have an answer for him. It could have been the mountain dream last night, though it's never exactly the same.
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Lust shook her head at the odd thought and moved toward the central windows, against the far wall. At the sudden question her attention turned from the daytime curtains to Maurice, a thoughtful frown tugging at her painted lips.
"Last night? I'm sure I did, I dream every night, from what I understand. Not all of them linger, though. And usually they're so hard to describe anyway - ever shifting scenes and images that bleed together and melt apart in little semblance of a story. But I dream about climbing a mountain sometimes. To the very top."
She could have just said 'I don't remember', but she wanted to have an answer for him. It could have been the mountain dream last night, though it's never exactly the same.
"What do you dream about?"