[SilkiyTea]

A dream journal. Locked with cold ice and warm blood. It is submerged in a stream, contained within a bubble of air.

Name: Anira
Real Age: 10
Age In the Dream: 10
Dream Type: Nightmare
Subject: The Basin's Leaking
 
Drip, drip, drip.
 
“I tried making dinner tonight!” Greasy slop and burnt pork. Two bowl’s on the table. Anira looked at her mother. Her mother looked back, her stare empty and judgmental. Like it’s always been. Maybe it was a bit less cold than usual? Anira looked back at her ‘meal’, prodding at it quietly.
 
Looks like Garbage. Didn’t I teach ya better? Or dinnit you learn a damn thing?
 
Anira’s head jerked up. She stared at her mother, she hadn’t noticed her mouth move, and her mother’s lips were still pursed into a disappointed grimace. Her stare was unblinking, harsh, and cold. Anira had imagined the lack of bitterness on her first glance, she knew that now.
 
Drip, drip, drip.
 
The water was pooling along the floor, ankle deep. What a mess. Pristine and clear as wellspring could be. Anira stared at it, at her disheveled, sleepless expression. The reflection stained by the dirt and grim that was slowly overtaking the pristine, beautiful waters.
 
Get out. And get me some real food while ya are out and ‘bout.
 
Anira moved through the water and towards the doorway. She stops, when she hears her mother call for her once more.
 
And fix that damn cracked water basin. It’s gettin’ on my nerves.
 
Anira turned her head. The water basin sat still and quiet, not a single crack touched the wooden base. The water within smooth, with not a ripple in sight. Anira’s head turned back towards the door, she opened it and light flooded across the water. Her mother was silent, and Anira took a step outside. She wouldn’t be returning.

But the dripping continuously echoed in her ears.