The dream, as if it wasn't odd enough would only prove to get stranger still as her father enquired why she was here and whether she was ok. Honestly she wasn't entirely certain how to answer the question, it was a dream did it really matter why she was here and could she really be sure whether or not she was ok? Right now she supposed so, at least she felt alright anyway and in real life her only qualms were ironically enough that she couldn't stand here and have a conversation like this with her parents.
"I guess so." She responded, the uncertainty surely showing through in her tone, at least enough that one of her parents was bound to pick up upon it anyway. "But I'm just dreaming." She hadn't actually meant to speak that part out loud, but somehow the thought found itself being spoken. Apparently there wasn't quite as much control in this dream as she would have thought. What was going to happen next then she wondered.
