#buuuuuh

Buh

She felt...well rested? She remembered Harika, she remembered dozing off, and she remembered finally having enough. After that? Everything had gone dark. Dreamless. She didn’t know if she’d gone home or if she’d open her eyes to Harika’s shop, but it certainly didn’t smell like either. It smelt different, more like Theros, lacking a distinctive weight of the Ravnican city air. Underneath her hands and against her cheek felt nothing like a soft bed or cushions, but more like the hay in the practice dummies she’s used at horizon occasionally. Where was she? Zia opened her eyes to gaze up at long grass taller than her laying form, swaying gently in what she assumed was a late morning to afternoon breeze, which only succeeded in confusing her further. She pushed herself up groggily and began to look about at the seemingly endless plains before her, earning herself no answers. She’d hoped she had attempted to wander home half out of It and somehow fallen asleep in a small park or unattended bit of growth on a side street, but this was a heck of a lot bigger and a ton more concerning than just a neglected grass patch. “...well...” she laughed nervously, “the dream stopped.” Her shoulders slumped slightly accompanied by a light resigned sigh that she would probably find herself drugging through a few miles of grass before she could ask directions, unless someone happened by. However, “The dream stopped!” She repeated gleefully. “And I got some sleep! Things are looking up!”

but what will i do once eurovision ends this week that’s the real question here

life only just begun