Pancakes
1019 Words
I find myself once again walking down the same hallway, the familiar tension building with every step. The door looms ahead, its dark wood glowing faintly in the dim light, as though beckoning me closer. I know what awaits me on the other side, but this time something feels different—there’s a charged energy in the air, thicker, heavier.
My hand trembles slightly as I reach for the doorknob. As soon as the door swings open, the wolf’s eyes are already locked on mine. Deep, glowing blue eyes, fierce and unyielding. This time, there’s no sign of the lady on the floor. The wolf’s focus is solely on me, as if he’s been waiting for this moment, waiting for me to open this door.
Before I can react, he moves—too fast for me to even register. His massive body slams into mine, pinning me against the cold wall. My breath catches in my throat as I try to free myself, my hands pushing against his furred chest. But his strength is overwhelming, and I can feel the heat radiating off him, his scent filling my senses. It’s strong, intoxicating—like honey warmed by the sun.
Before my eyes, the wolf begins to shift, his form melting and reforming, bones cracking and reshaping. Fur recedes to reveal tanned skin, muscles rippling as he transforms into a man. I’m frozen, caught in a trance as I watch the shift, my eyes drawn to the large wolf tattoo that stretches across his chest. It seems to pulse with life, as if it holds power beyond the physical.
He leans in close, his breath warm against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His voice is low, a whisper that vibrates through me. “I’ve found you.”
My heart skips a beat, my body reacting instinctively to the sound of his voice. Without thinking, I tilt my head to the side, exposing the vulnerable curve of my neck. I can feel his breath against my skin, the sharp edge of his teeth grazing my pulse point. But instead of fear, there’s an odd sense of surrender that washes over me, my body going still, almost welcoming the contact.
Before anything else can happen, I wake with a gasp, my eyes snapping open to the soft morning light filtering through the windows. My heart pounds against my chest as I sit up, the remnants of the dream still clinging to me. It felt so real, so vivid—more than just a dream. I clap my hands, summoning a water bottle, and gulp down the cool liquid, trying to shake the lingering sensations.
What’s happening to me? Why is this dream changing, becoming more intense with each passing night? Was the woman even there this time? And who was he? He felt real, like he was speaking directly to me, not just some figment of my imagination. His voice, his presence—it was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
The questions swirl in my mind as I make my way to the shower, the water cascading over me doing little to wash away the confusion. I didn’t even see his face, yet I can still feel him, still hear his voice echoing in my mind. “I’ve found you.” What does it mean?
After my shower, I clap my hands, dressing myself in a flowing purple drop-tail dress. The fabric hugs my frame perfectly, soft and comfortable. Teleporting into the kitchen, I spot Daisy standing in front of the pantry, scratching her head as she stares at the array of ingredients. I giggle at the sight—she looks utterly lost in this modern kitchen I created.
“Good morning, Daisy,” I call out, still chuckling. “What’s going on in here? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Daisy turns around, beaming at me, her green eyes lighting up. “Queen Lenora, good morning! I was just trying to figure out what all this stuff is… there are so many things in here I don’t recognize! I thought I’d make breakfast, but I’m not sure where to start.”
I laugh softly, walking over to the pantry. “No worries. How about something sweet? I know just the thing.”
Her smile widens as I grab flour, bananas, and eggs from the shelves. “Prepare to be amazed,” I say with a wink.
As I begin mixing the ingredients for banana pancakes, Daisy watches with wide eyes, cheering me on with every step. By the time the batter is sizzling on the pan, we’re both covered in flour, giggling like children.
“These are going to be delicious, trust me,” I say, flipping the pancakes expertly.
Soon, I clap my hands, and a glass jar of Annie’s special maple syrup appears on the table. “Drizzle as much of this sweet perfection as you want,” I tell her with a grin.
Daisy eagerly follows my lead, her face lighting up with pure delight as she takes her first bite. “Oh, Queen Lenora! These are amazing! So soft and sweet!” She’s practically bouncing in her seat with excitement.
I can’t help but smile as I watch her enjoy the meal. “I’m glad you like them. It’s one of my favorite breakfasts.”
After we finish the pancakes, I clap my hands once more, summoning two cappuccinos. Daisy eyes her cup curiously before taking a big gulp. Immediately, she lets out a small dragon roar, fanning her mouth. I burst into laughter, wiping tears from my eyes. “It’s hot, Daisy! Sip slowly!”
She follows my advice, taking smaller sips this time. “This isn’t sweet like the flat cakes, but I find it hard to stop drinking, Queen Lenora. It’s… strange, but so good.”
I nod in agreement, winking at her. “Just wait until you feel the energy kick in. That’s the real magic of coffee.”
We finish our breakfast, enjoying the calm morning together, before heading outside to check on the rest of the village.
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