Christmas

The next morning, the girls were in Gracie's childhood home, in her room, lying in bed together and quietly discussing small topics, laughing once in a while. Her grandparents had been asleep already when they got there the night before, as were Jose's sister's family. The two men had welcomed the girls, and then all four of them headed to bed.

Now that the sun was shining into the room, the girls tangled up in one another, Nyxie was in a much better mood. They were discussing the dream that had ended a while ago, cheeks red while doing so. It had been an intimate one, in between some white fluffy duvets and feather pillows. Both of them hoped it was the future, and not a fantasy.

"Twenty-four," Nyxie murmured.

"Twenty-one, are you kidding me?" Gracie chuckled, shaking her head against the pillow. "You won't look that young at twenty-four."