It was raining and recently his mom and dad started avoiding each other, so when his mother joyfully hummed into the house with orange flowers he couldn't help but curiously ask questions.

"Mom, what's that!"

She smiled at the question, took her shoes off then trotted around the house carefully placing the flowers in vases. "These are butterfly weeds." She paused. "Have I told you how your dad and I first met before?"

Rex stared at the bouquet of flowers in his mothers hands. It was captivating, the bright orange color and the greenish yellow center that contrasted it's body made him feel like it sucked out all of the gloominess in his body and replaced it with a calming joy.

"No, how?"

She paused in deep thought, then replied. "It was.. fitting. He came up to me out of nowhere, introduced himself and handed me a bouquet of orange flowers. I didn't even know him at the time."

"He did? Why would he give you flowers?"

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His mom took a minute to think, "Oh.. well, " then replied in a simple and thoughtful way. "I guess it's way to show someone you like them." She giggled.

The flowers seemed to become more vibrant, lightening the darkened house as the rain drops quietly tapped on the window outside.

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Rex felt the heavy texture hugging him tightly. It was warm, rather cozy. He hadn't felt like this for a long time, maybe the last time was when he was sick in bed and his mother would bring him soup while he watched his favorite tv shows.

Feeling nostalgic, he snuggled under the blanket even more to feel its grasp of companionship.

This is nice, he thought. It really is nice, but for some odd reason Rex felt something amiss; What was it?

What was it...

He slowly opened his hazy eyes, but the blanket seemed to hug him tighter, causing him to sleep again.

It was nothing.

He stayed there, unmoving for a long time.

Tik, tik, tik, he heard the clock moving.

What was it?

Ding dong.

What is it?

He was inside a classroom, with floating desks and chairs, then he was outside and all sorts of fiction-like objects were everywhere.

FssssSSSSTTTT The kettle whizzed.

A dog barked at him.

Rring Rring.

What were all these memories?

RRing RRING RING

Then.. who was she?

RIIIIIIIING

Rex jumped out of the blanket covered in sweat and breathing heavily.

What was going on?