[ well. that's definitely a jarring change of scenery while it lasts, and those last words echo in his head for a little longer than he'd like as he glances down at the pinky that was linked in stanley's just a moment ago — or maybe a long time ago.
[Once the vision disappears, it's not long for the rest of you either. You don't fall back asleep. It's a bit more like capping off a dream. A soft fade, and when you come to
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he slips his hands in his pockets and exhales. ]
Great.
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you're at home in your bed. There's birdsong outside, family members moving and shaking, and a whole wide, chore-free day ahead of you.
What were you even dreaming about? Something about a tub?]