#stannah

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream, I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam…”

Just who was that singing, Stanley wondered, but he didn’t have to wonder for too long. As he came upon a room housing variations of his office desk, he found the source. Seeing another figure other than himself standing there frightened him at first, so he ducked back in a panic before peeking out to get a better look at the other. 

It was a young woman in a red sweater and black skirt, light brown curls flowing just past her shoulders. She hadn’t noticed him yet, so he kept watching her, listening in on her singing. She paced a bit, lost in her own world.

“But if I know you, I know what you’ll do You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream…”

After a moment, Stanley gathered the courage to walk further in, perhaps say hi. He felt like he hadn’t spoken in forever--what did he sound like again? Probably like a dork compared to her. And that’s when she finally saw him.

“I know yyyOUUU--!!” Panicked by his sudden presence, she stumbled backwards, falling on her derriere and scrambling back further. “Good God, man, don’t sneak up on me like that--!”

Frightened by her reaction to him frightening her, he stepped back a bit as well, but then proceeded forward to assist her up, holding out a hand to her.

She hesitated at first, but then took his hand, now pulled to her feet and nearly face to face with him. Oh God, him. She’d never gotten this close to him. He was a smidge taller than she expected. Didn’t he have facial hair, or was she mistaken? Oh, whatever, this was much too close.

Not even a second longer she completely disappeared from his view, only her voice lingering around. “WELL you should be going now, ahaha, enjoy the rest of the exhibit, toodle pip!!” She then shoved him out the room, and for good measure immediately put up a brick wall to block it off.

Stanley was absolutely baffled by the pretty girl suddenly disappearing, even more so by the sensation of being shoved away. Before he could turn around and say something, the brick suddenly popping up inches from his nose told him she didn’t want to hear it. He then heard one more thing, muffled on the other side.

“And don’t tell my father I’m here!”