Bakery

[Dreamer]

Dreamer felt a little bit better about Twich's condition once they got outside and started walking a little bit better. But then she remembered something.

"Oh my goodness," she sighed irritably. "I forgot to introduce myself. I've been a total stranger to you in the first 5 minutes. I'm Dreamer,"

[Twich]

Twich laughed, it wasn't until then that he realized she was right, he had trusted a stranger to lead him somewhere he had never been, and he was never one to do this. He laughed and smiled his bright smile, he raised his hand to his eyes to block the sun and see her better. "Oh y-y-yeah, and, I'm T-T-Twich, pleased t-t-ta meet you."


He wiped his hand on his pants and grinned cheeseily, extending it. "There, n-n-now we h-h-have officially met." he put his hands in the air and sighed happily and a cool breeze blew by them. It ruffled his thick hair.

[Dreamer]

"Oh y-y-yeah, and, I'm T-T-Twich, pleased t-t-ta meet you."

Dreamer giggled a bit as she shook Twich's hand. He did kind of look like he was a bit fidgety all the time, so Twich seemed like a good name for him.

"There, n-n-now we h-h-have officially met."

"Yes, now we have," Dreamer smiled. "I'm sorry if I was a stranger toward you. I'm actually afraid of strangers, so it's kind of weird to be acting like one towards you,"

[Twich]

Twich laughed and said, "Well, im n-n-not very threating if y-y-you knows w-w-what I mean." he held his hand out to the side as if examining himself. "A-a-and t-t-thanks for not b-b-being a stranger because c-c-chances are, I would have n-n-never gotten that doughnut!" he patted his stomach and laughed and scrached his head.

He skipped a bit, skinned his bare toe, and decided it was best not to do that when you don't have any shoes. He shrugged and hummed a little tune. Twich was in a wonderful mood, which was rare, in fact, he usually showed no emotion at all, but today, today was entirely different.

[Dreamer]

When Twich started to hum, Dreamer smiled. He seemed very happy all of a sudden. That made Dreamer happy too. It was nice to see someone bright and in a cheerful mood.

"That's a nice tune you're humming to," she complimented. "Do you always hum?"

[Twich]

Twich cocked his head and smiled, "Uhhhhh, actually n-n-no, I hardly ever hum," he laughed and thrust his arms toward the sky and let his toung hang out, 'What has gotten into me?' he asked himself, he was never, ever like this. But to day was a good day, his stomach was full, it was warm out, and he was just in an overall good mood.


He breathed in deeply, a mass of smells overcame him, but one over powered them all, hot dogs. He watched the vendor reach down and hand a small child one, but only after giving him a pat on the head and ruffling his messy hair.

[Dreamer]

Dreamer saw Twich eye the hot dog stand, and smiled. It had been a while since she had a hot dog. Maybe even a year since her last one, but she still remembered the heavenly smells. She pulled out a nickel she had in her pocket.

"Are you still hungry?" she asked. "I can get you a hot dog,"

[Twich]

Twich shook his head no, "B-b-but, you c-c-can still get one." he said as he noticed her eyeing the stand. Twich did love hot dogs, but he was still full from the doughnut. He grined and laughed at two little birds fighting over a peice of bread. He bent down at grabed the crumb, broke it half, and gave one peice to each. He shook his finger at the birds. "You m-m-must lean to share, d-d-didn't your mother teach you that?" He smiled and stepped back as the birds flew away.



"I l-l-love b-b-birds, don't you?" he shuffled his feet "Oh l-l-look!" he said running over to a little old lady franticaly trying to sell her bags of bread crumbs to the busy people hurrying past who had no time for her. Twich fumbled in his pocket, pulling out his very last penny and he placed it in the hand of the old woman. "God bless you!" she said as she cuped Twich's hands around the brown paper bag. "G-g-god b-bless you too." Twich said under his breath as he turned away.

[Dreamer]

"B-b-but, you c-c-can still get one."

Dreamer thought it was all right. Twich seemed to be doing okay on his feet now. Maybe his strength came back when she got him out for some fresh air. As Twich fed the birds, she hurried to get a hot dog. One with mustard on it. It had been a while since she had a hot dog. After she had paid the vendor, she returned to where Twich was, and smiled. He was feeding the birds, and paid the Old Bird Woman a penny.

"God bless you!"

"G-g-god b-bless you too."

Dreamer kept on smiling as Twich came back, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"That was a very nice thing you did," she said softly

[Twich]

Twich flinched as she touched him. "W-w-what? Oh, t-t-the b-b-brids." he grinned and watched that fly away. "I w-w-wish I could fly, d-d-don't you?." he thought he sounded dumb and shuffled his feet in embarrassment. He coughed and sat down on a bench burring his head in his tried hands.


"S-s-sorry 'bout that." he stood back up and looked around. He watch some kids climb over a bench and splash a fountain. He looked back up at her. He hadn't really noticed how pretty she was until then. He suddenly felt very self-conscious and looked down at his ragged clothes. 'Oh well' he thought to himself.

[Dreamer]

"I w-w-wish I could fly, d-d-don't you?."

When Twich said this, Dreamer looked to the sky, watching the birds fly off into the blue sky. It was like a painting. It was beautiful. Graceful. Flawless. Dreamer had always wondered what it was like to fly. She couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah," she said softly. "I do,"

Suddenly, she heard coughing, and Dreamer saw that Twich was now sitting on a park bench, his head down, trying to supress the coughing.

"Are you all right?" she asked worried, as she came to his side.

As soon as he stopped, Twich finally looked up at Dreamer. It looked like a shy expression across his face. Ashamed. Dreamer looked sympathetically at him as he stood up. She looked back him, hoping he wouldn't start coughing again.

"S-s-sorry 'bout that."

"It's all right," Dreamer replied softly. "...Are you sure you're OK? I'm kind of getting worried,"