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so she did what she always did when the Bad Thoughts crept up.
she kept busy. busy with her hands, her head, her legs, whatever she could get moving. she took a zumba class, went to yoga, played her ukelele on the street until her fingers were sore, took mindless Buzzfeed quizzes to find out which popular character she was, or what past life she had lived based off her last pizza order. she baked cookies. made posters. scrolled through instagram until pictures of dogs and noodle bowls and mountains all blurred together.
saturday found her wandering the streets, the threat of having an empty day nipping at her heels. so she turned to the public library-- among the books and magazines, they also offered classes and courses in whatever random thing you could think of.
today was dream catcher weaving
(which seemed oddly fitting, considering her restless nights and old demons back to say hello)
and so she fished around her purse for enough change to enter, and skittered into the class with five minutes to spare.
paulina grabbed a seat near the wall. it smelled like lavender and patchouli, and the insturctor reminded her vaguely of a gorgeous girl she once met at a music festival. she liked her, liked this place. thank you, universe, she thought, for this serendipitous moment.
feeling more like herself again, paulina leaned over to the Dreamweaver next to her and whispered excitedly, “have you ever made one of these before??”
the library was known to offer random classes as well, he saw a sign on a door of a little room that today was dreamweaver day. hank wasn't someone who believed in an object having the ability to catch dreams good or bad. however, there was something about it that peaked his creative interest. he looked up in his work as he saw people wandering inside. humm, maybe it could be something he could use for his characters. he put his stuff away in the same half-hazard way that he brought it and made his way inside. there was a spot opened up towards the back of the room and the shy hank sat himself carefully down in the seat next to another young woman. the instructor, he noticed was insanely pretty. this caused his face to heat up and he may have got up and left if the woman next to him hadn't spoken to him. "uhhh..." he turned, noting that she was rather pretty too but in a different way than the instructor. "n-no, i haven't." his hands were shaking slightly from his nerves as he studied the pictures that were on a sheet being handed out. "doesn't look too hard though..." but then again, hank had always been very good at building things. his big brain even made it so that he could either make something older better or get something out of nothing. "though the threading could be slightly difficult." he admitted as he looked closer at the knots. "maybe she has some secrets though...." he offered a small smile, but wasn't really meeting her eyes.