Dreamworld
Disconnected Pieces

Fire Dawson walked onto the veranda at the city condo, gazing at the scarlet sunset. Her two cats, Vladmir & Valentina, were napping on the veranda swing’s tiger striped cushions. Fire took a sip of her champagne and brushed lint off of her dress. She sat down on the unoccupied side of the veranda swing and sighed, “Another day’s over, I can’t believe it!” She said to no one in particular. “Another beautiful Canadian day is ending.” She looked over the roof tops of Persali, Quebec. Or rather the skyscrapers of Persali, whatever, since the Tiger building that she lived in was fifty stories high. Even though she was only on the thirty first floor, it was still high enough to see over the rest. The swing rope snapped and dumped Fire on the ground. The cats were adept enough to jump off. She didn’t care, just made a mental note to buy a new one. Fire scooped up her cats, leaving the empty champagne glass on the table. “I am so tired.” She said. “I’m just going to go to bed.” Fire opened the door to her condo and stepped on the cream-coloured plush carpeting. Her two cats followed her in and jumped on her four posted canopy bed. Fire got into her pink Kodomo no Omocha logo nightgown and slipped under the silk sheets. “Goodnight, Vladmir, goodnight Valentina, it’s going to be another day tomorrow.” But is that a good thing? I don’t know. Oh, well. Goodnight, Danika, she thought. She put her head on the pillow and was soon asleep.

Fire awoke to the sound of a beeping alarm clock only to realize that she didn’t own one. “What the..?” She exclaimed when she realized that a car alarm was going off in Persali. She rubbed her forehead and looked around. “Valentina, Vladmir.” She clapped her hands. Her two cats appeared on the pillow next to her. She picked them up and got out of bed. Putting them on the floor, she put on a plush peach bathrobe, picked up her cats again and walked to her kitchen. The crystal in the window cast a rainbow on the floor in the early morning sunshine. Fire went to the pantry. Shooing away the cats, she filled their bowls with organic cat food, spilling it on the floor and sliding in it.

”Ugh.” She said while sitting down at the kitchen table. The soft crunching noises of her cats eating pervaded the air. “Oh well, she said while getting up, I might as well make breakfast.” Pulling a carton of organic orange juice out of the fridge, she began to start her day. She took a glass out of the cabinet and poured herself some juice, sloshing it all over the countertop. “Aw, shit.” She reached for some paper towels on the top of her red

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