Kate stared at the tiny bowerbird standing on one of her psychology textbooks. She had just awoken from a late evening nap to find the little bird preening itself. It was a bright blue in color, and stood out against the wood of her bedside table.
"W...how'd you get here...?"
"I'm you."
Kate felt her jaw drop, and rubbed her eyes.
"W-wha-?"
"It's okay; I'm you're daemon. I'm supposed to talk."
"...you live in a tropical environment though..a bird of paradise, right?"
"That's okay. And California is pretty tropical in this area anyway."
Kate nodded, convinced that she was dreaming. It was a nice dream though.
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Date: 2011-12-26 04:34 pm (UTC)"W...how'd you get here...?"
"I'm you."
Kate felt her jaw drop, and rubbed her eyes.
"W-wha-?"
"It's okay; I'm you're daemon. I'm supposed to talk."
"...you live in a tropical environment though..a bird of paradise, right?"
"That's okay. And California is pretty tropical in this area anyway."
Kate nodded, convinced that she was dreaming. It was a nice dream though.