Saturday, January 21st
143.)
I had a dream that night about Blossom. We were in a haunted house, and things kept jumping out and trying to scare me. But Blossom was never frightened. One time she yelled at a ghost - a real ghost, because it was a dream - for being too scary. She told me she would help me find the exit, but we didn't get that far before I woke up.
The room was vaguely lit, blue and cold. The sun wasn't up yet, but it would be soon. I grabbed my glasses off the nightstand and looked down at Blossom. She was on her side, with one arm under the pillow. She didn't snore, but her breathing was heavy and deep. She was wearing Blossom Brixley pajamas, which were far too revealing, and I could see the diaper poking out of the top of her shorts.
Jeeze... what was I doing...
I pulled the covers up over her and climbed slowly out of bed. I grabbed my backpack at the door and went downstairs. I sat on the couch with a crinkle and pulled my laptop onto my lap.
Academy M. What was this one going to be about?
I had some ideas, but the characters weren't fleshed out enough. I had a story in mind, but I didn't know what to do about the gimmick. If I was going off past stories, this one should be more mature. Maybe something with relationships, like dating or something. But the setting was so specific, so confined...
In the end, I decided just to write. It wouldn't turn out great, but it would get some ideas down on paper. I could workshop it from there.
As routine as it had become to lay down in bed together, in diapers, it was just as routine for Blossom to wake up alone early the following morning. She didn't panic about it, because there was really only one outcome of concern, and if Amy wanted to spend her whole night baking in an anxious mess then Blossom didn't have any right to stop her. Plus, it meant cookies for breakfast.
Today, though, when Blossom came downstairs with her hair a mess and her diaper peeking out of her pajamas, it was to see the kitchen was clean as she'd left it, and for Amy to be on the sofa busily typing away in her own little world. Blossom smiled.
"Good morning, cupcake~"
I heard her. I usually did. I just couldn't take myself away from my computer for long enough to respond. And then, when I finally could, I forgot she had said anything at all. It took me half an hour to remember her voice in the back of my head. I blinked and looked up from my computer. Blossom was sipping a cup of coffee on the other end of the sofa with her iPad on her lap.
"Hey... sorry. Good morning."
"Oh hey, good morning doll. How'd you sleep?"
But that wasn't the question that Blossom really wanted to know the answer to. It would have been rude to jump directly into asking about what Amy was writing, so she did her best to not act like a silly lil' fangirl baby.
"Not bad," I admitted. "I fell asleep fast, which is always good." My insomnia was almost exclusively an inability to fall asleep, not the inability to stay that way. But I could see Blossom's excitement in her eyes; sometimes she was easy to read.
"I started working on it," I admitted. "I think I finished the first chapter, but it's really short. Like 400 words. I dunno, maybe I should make it a prologue or something... but it doesn't exactly fit that way."
I'd been pondering this for most of the morning. The smart thing to do was pad out the content a little, but I liked that Academy Works was kind of snappy.
"I think you should go with your instincts, babydoll. If you wrote the first chapter, and the first chapter feels finished, it's probably finished. You didn't get to be ABDL famous by second-guessing yourself, right?"
"I'm not ABDL famous," I scoffed. "I have a handful of Twitter followers and some really dedicated fans. Yourself included. But it's not like Academy Works..." Is what I wanted it to be. I sighed.
"But maybe you're right," I conceded, changing the topic. "Maybe this is a fine first chapter."
Blossom grinned sheepishly.
"Sooo… do I get to read it?"
"I suppose..." This was the hardest exchange I'd done with Blossom in terms of my writing. I had edited it a few times, but it felt raw and unrefined. It had to establish so much in so little time, and it was a brand new story. She had never read a first chapter of Academy Works before, not since we'd met. What if she didn't like it?
But if she didn't like it, I needed to know. I needed to know how to fix it or make it better. I couldn't post something like this online until I was sure it was good. Academy M had more to live up to than any other story.
So I passed her my laptop.
Blossom knew that this was going to be a short chapter, and she knew that she'd want more no matter how much she was given. And still, and without doubt or hesitation, Blossom took the laptop from Amy and set it down on her lap.
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(If you are following Academy Works, please read Ch.1 [linked above] and return here to continue the story. If Ch.2 has been released, it is recommended that you DO NOT read it at this time.)
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