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Spralbert: Dreams

Race woke up confused as hell. First of all, he was alone in bed. Second of all, what in God's name was the dream he just had?

He stood up and staggered down the stairs. Spot and Albert were in the kitchen drinking coffee and being cute and shit.

"Good morning, Racer," Spot puts down his cup and opens his arms, scooping Race up in his arms. "How did you sleep?"

"Good morning," Race grumbles, not necessarily ready to talk just yet. He lays his head on Spot's shoulder.

Albert smiles at the two. "Hi, Racecar," he smiles, kissing Race's golden curls. "What did you dream about?"

Race giggles. "I had a dream about you, matter-of-factly."

Albert's blush matches his hair. "You dreamt about me?" he asks, looking down.

"Yeah," Race pauses, wiggling out of Spots arms and getting some water. "You were dressed in a bear suit eating a tuna sandwich with your feet. I'm pretty sure you had a knife but I can't be sure."

Spot cocks his eyebrow as Albert shakes his head. "Race, Love, what the hell, man?"

"Oh, you were there too. Your face was on the tuna sandwich."