Excerpt: Carnival

“You haven’t asked.” He said, I hadn't noticed his foot tapping before; I had been concentrating on breathing and thinking none panic inducing thoughts.
“Asked what?”
“Anything!” he said exasperated standing up, waving his arms and beginning to pace. “Are you really just content sitting here? Don’t you want to know where here is? Don’t you want to know how you got here, who I am and why you’re here?”
“I don’t have to know.” Total lie! Now that he had mentioned it I really did want to know, but I always seem to be able to come up with a whopper when I don't think I am looking good. I think it is connected with my vanity, but everyone seems to believe them. “It’s ok; this is a dream after all.” I was pretty sure that was mostly true.
“A dream?” he sounded offended. “Why would you think that?” I gave him my best skeptical look, eye brow raised.