#ddcsmol

Why wasn’t she having dreams? It wasn’t fair. Her night had been magical. Nothing spilt on her dress, she danced with Kenai, and... There was another dance that turned her face pink as her pajama top. She should have dreamt about that kiss at least. Kisses like that were in almost every book she read; why wasn’t she dreaming about that kiss? The scene played over in her head. His outstretched arm offering his coat, his hand pulling her in, and those eyes. His eyes were perfectly dark, and deep, and the way he looked at her... Goodness. She was shivering just thinking about it. 

Snow sat in the middle of the bed she would be sharing with Stitch and looked out the window. It wasn’t snowing, but the sky had a crisp edge around the tree line she associated with being too cold to be outside. So she sat, snuggly warm in her fleece jammies, and started to dig through her knitting bag. Most of the yarn was gone, turned into the socks that were paired together in the bag, but at the bottom of the bag she found some thick embroidery thread. It was silly, but it would be something to do to pass the time. Fingering the thread she looked up, trying to catch her friend’s eye.“Stitch? What’s your favorite color?”