Pepper awoke the next morning with a familiar chill. Her blanket was nowhere to be seen, sent to the floor last night by the diminutive girl’s tossing and turning. Fragments of yet another dream she couldn’t remember danced in her head… what was it about them that always struck her so deeply? Ah, it didn’t matter; fretting over something so unimportant would just make her even more miserable.

“Wonder what she’s makin’ for breakfast…” She grumbled to herself. Although she was a constant source of bother in Pepper’s life, she had to admit — Ginger was a good cook. Ginger… The thought of her roommate’s name suddenly sent a strange tingle down her spine.

Huh?

Pepper froze in the middle of her morning routine. Where did that feeling come from? Why did it feel so familiar? Ugh. Things like this always seemed to happen early in the mornings…

Stumbling out of her room, Pepper had already forgotten she’d even had a dream at all last night. Her face drooped, the wistful look of confusion settling into her usual scowl. She heard Ginger humming to herself as she prepared their breakfast; she groaned at the prospect of exchanging the usual pleasantries with her. She could already tell this was not going to be her day…

A beautiful, bittersweet sketch from  GrayonCrayon

Alt version (dream only): https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/818950733943930942/948230066062635088/wedding1-2.png