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“’Ello poppet! My, you’ve grown like a weed since I last saw you!”
“Ohh, my head...” I sat up, wondering where in the world I was when the thought struck me: Wait, I was alive? I frantically looked around, trying to figure out what was going on.
I was  lying on what I thought was a chaise lounge in what seemed to be in a conservetory of sorts, with fine white furniture and wide glass windows looking out upon a lush green wonderland of varying plants. In one corner there was a grand piano. It was beautiful, espeicially since I was used to the darkness and despair that my flat authorized. I got up and took a few wobbly steps towards the windows.
“A lil’ tipsy are we, eh poppet?”
My head snapped to the right, and I saw the strangest creature, he was sitting at one of the tables to my right, sipping tea. He was a light blue dragonlike entity, and was wearing a  waist coat and bowtie. He had impractically small wings, such so he most likely wouldn’t be able to fly. Atop his head, he had a top hat with two horns sticking out of the top, and even though his general look was upright and stern, he had a playful, almost childlike feel to him, like a young child came along one day and drew him out of the first thing that came to mind.
“Woul’ you like a spot of tea, poppet?” He offered the chair to me. About then I noticed how hungry I was. I didn’t know why, but I felt that I could trust this odd stranger. I sat down, and he poured me some tea.
“Hous’ about a biscut?” He offered, a slight grin playing on his face.
“Um, okay.” I took one from the plate and nibbled on it, wondering what scenario would play out next.
“My, you’ve changed from the cheerful girl that I used to play with, I remember when you were only about this high!,” He gestured about four feet off the ground, “Though, it’d be quite foolish to expect you to be the same, now would it?”
My brain tried to process this new information, and it made absolutly no sense.
“Uh, do I............know you?”
He sighed, ”I guess you’ve forgotten me, though, I can hardly blame you. So quickly do they forget the infantile creations that they once had come to know well and love. Well poppet, try and remember.” With that came a small meaningful smile that made me wonder whether I was really alive. Maybe this was what heaven was, talking to a nutty mythical creature who claimed to know me. Never the less, I felt curious, and I tried to remember...
And nothing.
“Sorry, but, I just don’t know who you are...”
He stroked the little tuft of a beard that was on the tip of his chin. “Hmm, you don’t remember, do you? Maybe this’ll jog your memory.” He promptly sprang to his feet, and started to bounce on his tail, up and down, up and down...
“Uncle Scaley?!” My eyes widened with surprise at the memory that I was faced with. Of course, I was dreaming, that would be the only logical answer to what was happening. It made no sense at all, I thought I let go of him a long time ago.
“Of course, poppet!” He stepped forward  and tried to hug me, but I drew back, fear in my eyes.
“But, Wait, wha-” I stammered. “Where were you?”
His eyebrows furrowed. “Well, I spent the last fifteen or so years locked up in that infernal abyss you call a mind, eh wot wot. I say, you really ought to clean that space out!” He chuckled to himself, “More tea, poppet?” This time his smile had a bit of an edge to it, somewhat hard to describe. Maybe smug, no, mischievious, I didn’t know. What I did know is that, even as ludicrous as it was, he was standing there. I decided to try and look around, maybe I’d find an exit somewhere but, just as I was getting up, the world went fuzzy. My vision wavered for a minute or two, and I collapsed on the ground. In a minute, I felt a pair of strong arms around me, picking me up, and setting me down someplace soft and warm. I felt the folds of a blanket on top of me. As I slowly lost conscienceness, I heard a familier tune being tapped out on the piano, and a voice singing softly:
Sleep my little dreamer sleep,
If you can’t, count the sheep,
The moon in the sky flies right by,
Sleep my dreamer close your eyes,
Sleep my little dreamer sleep,
Don’t worry I won’t make a peep,
My little girl what I say is true,
My dreamer I’ll take care of you...
Then it went dark.

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“’Ello poppet! My, you’ve grown like a weed since I last saw you!”
“Ohh, my head...” I sat up, wondering where in the world I was when the thought struck me: Wait, I was alive? I frantically looked around, trying to figure out what was going on.
I was  lying on what I thought was a chaise lounge in what seemed to be in a conservetory of sorts, with fine white furniture and wide glass windows looking out upon a lush green wonderland of varying plants. In one corner there was a grand piano. It was beautiful, espeicially since I was used to the darkness and despair that my flat authorized. I got up and took a few wobbly steps towards the windows.
“A lil’ tipsy are we, eh poppet?”
My head snapped to the right, and I saw the strangest creature, he was sitting at one of the tables to my right, sipping tea. He was a light blue dragonlike entity, and was wearing a  waist coat and bowtie. He had impractically small wings, such so he most likely wouldn’t be able to fly. Atop his head, he had a top hat with two horns sticking out of the top, and even though his general look was upright and stern, he had a playful, almost childlike feel to him, like a young child came along one day and drew him out of the first thing that came to mind.
“Woul’ you like a spot of tea, poppet?” He offered the chair to me. About then I noticed how hungry I was. I didn’t know why, but I felt that I could trust this odd stranger. I sat down, and he poured me some tea.
“Hous’ about a biscut?” He offered, a slight grin playing on his face.
“Um, okay.” I took one from the plate and nibbled on it, wondering what scenario would play out next.
“My, you’ve changed from the cheerful girl that I used to play with, I remember when you were only about this high!,” He gestured about four feet off the ground, “Though, it’d be quite foolish to expect you to be the same, now would it?”
My brain tried to process this new information, and it made absolutly no sense.
“Uh, do I............know you?”
He sighed, ”I guess you’ve forgotten me, though, I can hardly blame you. So quickly do they forget the infantile creations that they once had come to know well and love. Well poppet, try and remember.” With that came a small meaningful smile that made me wonder whether I was really alive. Maybe this was what heaven was, talking to a nutty mythical creature who claimed to know me. Never the less, I felt curious, and I tried to remember...
And nothing.
“Sorry, but, I just don’t know who you are...”
He stroked the little tuft of a beard that was on the tip of his chin. “Hmm, you don’t remember, do you? Maybe this’ll jog your memory.” He promptly sprang to his feet, and started to bounce on his tail, up and down, up and down...
“Uncle Scaley?!” My eyes widened with surprise at the memory that I was faced with. Of course, I was dreaming, that would be the only logical answer to what was happening. It made no sense at all, I thought I let go of him a long time ago.
“Of course, poppet!” He stepped forward  and tried to hug me, but I drew back, fear in my eyes.
“But, Wait, wha-” I stammered. “Where were you?”
His eyebrows furrowed. “Well, I spent the last fifteen or so years locked up in that infernal abyss you call a mind, eh wot wot. I say, you really ought to clean that space out!” He chuckled to himself, “More tea, poppet?” This time his smile had a bit of an edge to it, somewhat hard to describe. Maybe smug, no, mischievious, I didn’t know. What I did know is that, even as ludicrous as it was, he was standing there. I decided to try and look around, maybe I’d find an exit somewhere but, just as I was getting up, the world went fuzzy. My vision wavered for a minute or two, and I collapsed on the ground. In a minute, I felt a pair of strong arms around me, picking me up, and setting me down someplace soft and warm. I felt the folds of a blanket on top of me. As I slowly lost conscienceness, I heard a familier tune being tapped out on the piano, and a voice singing softly:
Sleep my little dreamer sleep,
If you can’t, count the sheep,
The moon in the sky flies right by,
Sleep my dreamer close your eyes,
Sleep my little dreamer sleep,
Don’t worry I won’t make a peep,
My little girl what I say is true,
My dreamer I’ll take care of you...
Then it went dark.