Dreamweb

The otter head in her lap stared up at her and the suit itched. A woman was never meant to wear this much fur during July. “Lionel?” She asked, turning her head so he could hear her over the waves of static from the malfunctioning loudspeakers. She felt him shift, his shoulders warm against hers. ”Lionel? Put your head back on. I don’t think they know what mascots are.”