~Katia~
My eyes snapped open and I shot up from where I was lying. Wait...I must be dreaming. I was sitting in the middle of a small bakery. I looked out the large display windows and saw the sign. "Panaderia del Sol" I was at home! Dreaming about home at least.
I stood up and stared around. Yeah...All the pan dulce is here. I turned and saw Summer standing idly by the register staring at a magazine waiting for costumers.The lull waiting for people was rather boring. Summer and I (and occasionally Kotone) would always fight on who would have to take care of it. We both preferred baking the bread.
We'd always run home and quickly put on our aprons to help out. It was so much fun...Well, it seems that no one could actually see me in the dream, so I continued to wander around. I noticed Mami and Papi in the back with Kotone working away kneading dough and baking the bread. I quickly strolled to the back and opened a door that lead to our house upstairs. I ran up.
It was home, so familiar. I lived here my whole life. It was small. Only two bedrooms. Kotone, Summer, and I shared a room. The house was homely though. It was littered with decorations of any kind. And our room...It was littered with treasures from our childhood.
There was a small bag of coins, from when our abuelito found them in his house in Mexico. They were the old currency and were so interesting. There was Summer's rock collection from when she was five. I giggled a bit. She would always chuck them at me. Kotone had all her seashells from when we got a chance to visit the beach when we weren't working with the family.
But we had other things too. Our beloved poster of Enrique Iglesias, pictures from mine and Summer's quinceaneras. (And the dolls and other jewelry we had) There was also male clothes here. Lucas and Salem would visit often enough that they had their own sets of clothes here as well. Oh...I think I took that sundress with me to England...and that skirt...and shirt...
I paused, did I hear a voice? It was familiar. Was it Markus? It was getting louder.
Ka....
.....Ka-
...-tia!
....-ake up!
Ple-...
Katia!....Wake up! Please!
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No one was posting, so I kinda went with Markus woke up before Katia and started panicking slightly.
And yes. Enrique Iglesias. Don't judge me. I like him.
