The Dreamless

[witchhouse] Spir wakes up from a dreamless sleep. She feels like she has been huffing glue, a ball of toxic scent feels like it's lodged in her throat and she coughs to get rid off it to no success. Her head also aches like ants have built nests in her scalp. Why does my hair hurt so badly? Why does it feel like everything is wrong? She thinks to herself. As she wonders, her eyes land on a framed picture by the night stand, a photo of Rogan playing piano in public. She smiles, endeared. The guy is probably preparing her breakfast. She can hear him whistling from the kitchen, uncomfortably near to the bedroom in his apartment. She reaches for the frame and holds it in her hand, her smile getting wider when from the glass on it, she sees her own reflection. Her hair is dangerously, flagrantly red, like Dana, Rogan's object of desire. Spir's hair is red to begin with but this shade is bizarre and doesn't suit her. "Rogan!!!!! what did you do to my hair??? what the fuck is this?!?!?!" she yells. She tries to get up but her feet are handcuffed to the bedpost, she just realized. "Why are my feet like this??!! Rogan!!!! NOWAY!!!!". She pushes against the post as if the cuffs will magically collapse from her efforts. She is really starting to panic when Rogan appears with a tray of the breakfast he made for her. "Heeere, Dana baby!" he says, seemingly unaware of her screams. "What? No, What did you call me?" Spir asks weakly. "Oh Danabanana, you will like this" Noway says in a singsong melody. "STOP CALLING ME THAT!!!!" The shout hasn't fully escaped her mouth when a plate lands on her head and breaks in pieces.