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100wordsTitle: 'Disaster'
Fandom: Friends
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted toadventdrabbles
"I had the worst nightmare," Monica groaned over breakfast.
Chandler raised an eyebrow. "What was it?"
"I dreamed that my parents spent the entire holiday season with us. From Thanksgiving, clear to January."
"Ouch. The pressure was on, huh," he sympathetically offered.
Monica rolled her eyes. "You're telling me. Everything was a disaster. The apartment was a total shambles, and nothing I could do would get it clean enough to satisfy Mom. And then I burned every single meal! I'd had such lovely feasts all planned out, and they kept coming out charred."
Chandler whistled. "Good thing you were dreaming."
Fandom: Friends
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to
adventdrabbles"I had the worst nightmare," Monica groaned over breakfast.
Chandler raised an eyebrow. "What was it?"
"I dreamed that my parents spent the entire holiday season with us. From Thanksgiving, clear to January."
"Ouch. The pressure was on, huh," he sympathetically offered.
Monica rolled her eyes. "You're telling me. Everything was a disaster. The apartment was a total shambles, and nothing I could do would get it clean enough to satisfy Mom. And then I burned every single meal! I'd had such lovely feasts all planned out, and they kept coming out charred."
Chandler whistled. "Good thing you were dreaming."
