"Wh-why are you doing this, please I just want to get home!" You cry out and she frowns momentarily... she stares at you for a few odd minutes, letting the oats become soggy and you wonder just what it is you said.
"This is unusual...My spell called for a plaything...void of such...feelings." she finally thought aloud... "You are not a manifestation of my spell are you?"
"I...I don't know, I don't understand why this is happening or how it could be...I have to be dreaming..." you cry she smiles at the last part, a sort of odd smile
"I'm pretty sure if it was, we would both know it." she replied.
You idly sit in the milk awaiting whatever your fate is to be.
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