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Fluffy · 04-04-2008, 04:56 AM

"That's not important, right now." The man practically purred. "Right now, you have something to do."
Why was she talking to him? Dolly wondered to herself. She should keep on walking and put as much distance between them as possible.
She started walking at a fast pace, uncaring where she went, just get away from HIM!
He trotted up beside her.
"You know I am right."
She didnt answer, but looked steadfastly at her feet. One blue flip flop appearing, then another.
"There is no use fighting it."
She still didnt answer.
The man threw up his hands in a huff. "Okay! Have it your way!" And disappeared.
Relief! Dolly sighed and continued walking. How much is she expected to take of all this? Somebody, wake her up! Please!

In the gloomy mist, a house slowly appeared. It was grey like everything else, and the windows were dark. That wasnt surprising, considering the electricity is probably out everywhere. But, it was out of the drizzling rain for a while, anyway.
Dolly knocked on the door, just in case.
Nothing.
Shrugging, she grasped the door knob and opened the door.
Feeling like Alice in Wonderland, Dolly looked around at a spacious, luxurious house. It sure looked smaller on the outside!
White carpet on the floors, interspersed with black and white tile. Vaulted ceilings, muted lighting. Stands with vases here and there in what seemed like the foyer.
Dolly wandered around, looking at all the furnishings, being mindful to keep off the white carpet. "Dont know why anyone would want that color, anyway. Too hard to keep clean!"
One room was done in a bright red. Dining room, it looked like. Velvet, gold, rich paneling. She wondered whose house this belonged to.
Funny, there were no chairs, anywhere! Dolly sure needed to sit down!
The table was huge, and thick. Must have taken dozens of strong men to move it. Deep, rich mahogany it looked like, if she knew her wood.
There was a door to the left that stood partly open.
Dolly peeped into the crack, then opened it wider. Now, this was a puzzler. The kitchen. But it was done in a putrid green. Everything. From the ceiling to the cabinets, to the sink, to the tile on the floor. Putrid green. Even the dishes piled high in the sink were the same color.
Do people dream in color in thier comas? She mused. I seem to have a variety going here.
But the kitchen continued to intrigue her. The rest of the house was immaculate, gleaming, and tasteful. But the kitchen was dirty, dingy and cluttered.
On a whim, Dolly turned on the faucet. The sound of running water reminded her of Bill. She missed him, so much! Where was he?
Depression and self-pity tried to flood her again.
"Who are you?"
Dolly was startled at a young voice.
Whirling around, she saw a little girl, about 8 yrs old, standing in the middle of the kitchen.
"I...I'm Dolly," she finally got out. "Who are you?"
"What are you doing in my house?" The young girl demanded. She was dressed like Dolly would picture a child of rich parents would dress. Cute dress, lace socks, shiny shoes.
"I wanted to get out of the rain." Dolly replied quietly. For some reason, she didnt want to frighten this child. "Who are you?"

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