Lily’s POV “Lily! Lily! Wake up!” Emma’s voice pierced the quiet of my sleep, pulling me from a dream that had been so sweet, so vivid. “Emma, why did you wake me? Especially when I was having such a beautiful dream,” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes and trying to orient myself. “Sweet dreams?” she asked, her tone half-amused, half-exasperated. “Yes,” I whispered, the memory already fading. “I was… by a beautiful ocean. The sun was rising, the water shimmering gold and turquoise, waves lazily brushing the shore. There were small sailboats dancing in the distance, and the air smelled of salt and flowers. I felt… free. Light. Happy.” Emma’s expression didn’t soften. Instead, she leaned closer, hands on her hips. “Well, maybe your beautiful dream is about to turn bad if you don’t get your ass up right now.” I blinked at her. This was the first time she’d ever spoken to me like that. Firm, no sugarcoating, almost… commanding. “Never… why would you talk to me like this, Emma?”
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