Flowers from 1970 // reupload

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"...I can't tell you much. Isn't it science fiction common knowledge that telling someone of the past too much would mess up the future?" George told Dream. 

"I suppose you're right." Dream sighed, "Well I know now that I moved out, since you live in my house now." 

"So who's Sap?" George asked. 

"My friend Nick. We call him Sapnap, and I'm guessing you have his telephone but I don't know why it ended up there at my house." 

"Really? That's what you're confused about? What about the whole 'talking to someone from a different time' part?" George mentioned. 

"Obviously I'm confused too." It's like George could hear his eye roll, "So how old are you?" 

"24." George didn't know why he was telling this to a stranger, but his loneliness and desperation got the best of him. 

"I'm 21." Dream answered with no hesitation, and George only assumed that he was a confident sort of man. 

"What do you do for a living?" George let curiosity replace his anxiety over the magical phone. 

Dream chuckled, "I coach baseball for little kids. I love baseball. What about you?" 

"Do I love baseball? Or what I do for a living?" 

"Hm why not answer both, I've got time." 

George lied down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, "I'm not that into sports. Also, I program video games for computers for a living." 

"What kind of job is that?" 

George smiled, "I forgot you probably don't know what those are yet." 

"Yeah. Hello?! I'm in the past!" Dream joked, letting out a hearty laugh that warmed George's heart. 

George smiled before glancing at his digital alarm clock, "Well I have to go, I should sleep."

"Boo." Dream groaned into the phone. 

As fun as it was to talk to Dream, it was getting late into the night and he had projects to finish, he was letting these phone calls get in the way of his work, which was the last thing he had going for him in his life. 

"Goodbye, wrong number." Dream bid him goodbye. 

"Goodbye, old man." 

"Hey! I'm not old yet." Dream laughed before hanging up.