[the bathroom feels real. plus – shauna doesn’t usually dream about bathing (anymore), not like she had in the first few weeks after the crash. she’s got better (worse) things to dream about, things she misses that are more fundamental than just hot water and soap. so when she sees them, it’s sort of just a nice bonus, while she’s trying to figure out what the actual fuck was going on. had they been rescued, while she was asleep? did she have amnesia or some shit?
no, she didn’t. because she hears that voice and lurches upwards, out of the steaming hot bubble bath she’d drawn herself, instinctively lifting her chin and sniffing the air, drawing in the scent of expensive fabric softener and dust and –]
Mel? [it slips, the shortened version, the nickname, and shauna is up and grabbing an enormous towel to wrap around herself before flinging open the door to the bedroom and stumbling into it, hair streaming, eyes wide.]
i. welcome!!!!
no, she didn’t. because she hears that voice and lurches upwards, out of the steaming hot bubble bath she’d drawn herself, instinctively lifting her chin and sniffing the air, drawing in the scent of expensive fabric softener and dust and –]
Mel? [it slips, the shortened version, the nickname, and shauna is up and grabbing an enormous towel to wrap around herself before flinging open the door to the bedroom and stumbling into it, hair streaming, eyes wide.]
Melissa?