10/10/2025, 7:27 AM
unreliable pov. still believes herself to be human, but all actions are taken by a dog body
she did not dream.
the pleasant dark is filled with rumbling. a storm blown in from the adriatic. she rested enough. now is time to see young caterina, and pretend to have thought on the glassmaker's offer.
eyelids drawn, from the tight curl she unravels into a full length stretch, spine lifting off the bedsheets. a relieved sigh, one hand rubs the sleep out her face. high water eyes flutter open.
ah, so she has not yet left the dreaming.
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el leon de san marco has come to her rooms.
she smiles to him, arms gently folding over her chest. modesty before a saint.
in the shared language of dreamers, which it does not perturb her to know, she asks the lion;
the pleasant dark is filled with rumbling. a storm blown in from the adriatic. she rested enough. now is time to see young caterina, and pretend to have thought on the glassmaker's offer.
eyelids drawn, from the tight curl she unravels into a full length stretch, spine lifting off the bedsheets. a relieved sigh, one hand rubs the sleep out her face. high water eyes flutter open.
ah, so she has not yet left the dreaming.
el leon de san marco has come to her rooms.
she smiles to him, arms gently folding over her chest. modesty before a saint.
in the shared language of dreamers, which it does not perturb her to know, she asks the lion;
have even i been a pious one?
