#ooc (so yea uh ahem not going to come quick just something I added to help me out rn with boredom and shit)

[skiddodeeznutz]

The sound of the snow crunching underneath my bare hands was not there. Nor was my own breath.

I remember my hair down. I could at least feel that, and the color. I thought it being covered in the powder, but instead had been transitioning by color to snow, no longer the tone of the warm dirt.

When I did finally stand, the snow was melting away and all I held was an odd shaped pokeball. I watched it go static in my hand. I still could not hear a single thing, even as I shook the effects of the ball- to no avail.

I knew I was panicking for my chest heaved and hoed and my body tensed harshly. But there was a glow, so I looked towards the light. There was a staircase, wooden and painted the color of summer shells, while blinds covered the tall window. There was me. She didn’t look like me though, she had darker skin, and such a small room. Where was the space for her and her pokeballs? The enclosure for her Espurr and other pokemon??

She had something in her hand. A simple Arc Phone that she was glued to. Over and over she typed and over and over her expression never changed. I did not know why I was brought here. But I remember seeing the tiny, adorable dragonite plushie by her. Perhaps, I thought to myself, if I pushed it to fall- she could notice. Perhaps notice this was her destiny.

The window was closed. And I could not reach her. Yet the plush did fall. An odd creature, an Espurr creature without the same soul of one, plopped besides her. She seemed to wake up from her own dream- and stare at me.

Then I awoke.

I don’t usually like sharing these stories, but for a moment I thought, for a moment, maybe I could see a glimpse into another life…another place where I am not a student. I am not a trainer. I am not some wannabe scientist. I am just a girl, dreaming. I wonder how she feels…