Since the ball Tatra had the same dream, not every night but most nights. The garden full of tropical plants and flowers stretched on forever beyond the small courtyard, and the band was gone. There was only a small stone table, a set of chairs and a complete tea set.
Tatra sat at one side of the round table and Tarta at the other. Both drank tea, although four cups stood empty around the double tea top. They spoke and laughed and argued, but everything was silent. She always felt as though she was watching herself from a distance.
Needless to say the whole affair was the source of some distress to Tatra and quite unsettling. She missed her sister dearly, and would have given almost anything to hear her laugh, but her subconscious would not grant her even that small favor.
When a stranger walked on the scene, Tatra's smile left her completely and she felt quite suddenly solidly within her own consciousness. Tarta continued talking and laughing in silence, as though nothing had changed, but Tatra turned to watch the stranger approach.
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Tatra sat at one side of the round table and Tarta at the other. Both drank tea, although four cups stood empty around the double tea top. They spoke and laughed and argued, but everything was silent. She always felt as though she was watching herself from a distance.
Needless to say the whole affair was the source of some distress to Tatra and quite unsettling. She missed her sister dearly, and would have given almost anything to hear her laugh, but her subconscious would not grant her even that small favor.
When a stranger walked on the scene, Tatra's smile left her completely and she felt quite suddenly solidly within her own consciousness. Tarta continued talking and laughing in silence, as though nothing had changed, but Tatra turned to watch the stranger approach.