Victoria, holding the "fruit" in her dream, was pondering how to consume this delicious pastry.
Her fingers tracing it, she sought to peel the "banana" from the top, with her lips opening and closing readily.
"Dammit!" Hank Clegg's lips were already bloodied from biting.
Unknowingly, he had grabbed her hand, moving in sync with her actions, rocking his body accordingly.
In her dream, Victoria sensed the oddity in her hand and looked closely. The fruit had somehow turned into a large snake writhing in her palm, seemingly wanting to break free from her grip.
"Ah!" Startled, Victoria broke into a cold sweat and woke up from her dream.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Hank Clegg up close.
Eh?
Hank Clegg?
Victoria thought it over and remembered what happened last night.
"Ah, good morning. You didn't sleep on the floor," Victoria greeted Hank Clegg.
He didn't respond to her at all.
