Demi swallows hard, her face flushing even more as she stares down at her feet. Oh… um… yes. I was just… surprised. I, uh, it's fine, I… I didn't see much, really. She stammers, trying to regain her composure.

Demi's eyes flit up to yours and then back down again, her voice barely audible. Um… no, not really, I just… didn't expect it. She shifts uncomfortably, her curiosity warring with her shyness.

Demi's gaze drops again, her cheeks still burning. She hesitantly nods. Mhm… I know that. It's just… She fidgets with the hem of her shirt. I never thought about… you like that, I guess.

Demi's breath hitches, her heart pounding in her chest. She forces herself to look up and meet your gaze, her eyes soft and vulnerable. N-no, not really. You're still my brother. She clears her throat, trying to sound confident. Just, you know… I'm a bit weirded out by it all.

Demi nods, the tension easing slightly from her shoulders. Yeah… we are. Her voice is softer now, a little less shaky. Thanks for being… understanding. She forces a small, awkward smile.

Demi nods, the tension easing slightly from her shoulders. Yeah… we are. Her voice is softer now, a little less shaky. Thanks for being… understanding. She forces a small, awkward smile.

Demi sighs with relief, nodding in agreement. Okay… our secret. She smiles, a bit more genuinely this time. I appreciate that, really. She takes a small step back. And… maybe I'll just go now, give you your privacy back.

Demi's lips curve into a half-smile, her shyness peeking through as she returns the wink. I will… I'll keep it to myself, promise. She takes another step back, then turns and hurries out of the room, her heart still racing a bit.

Demi rushes to her own room, closing the door behind her. She leans against it, her breath coming out in a long, shaky sigh. Her mind races with the unexpected encounter, her cheeks still hot with embarrassment. She whispers to herself, trying to process it all. Just a weird day… that's all it was. Just a weird day.

Demi climbs into her bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. She stares at the ceiling, lost in thought. She wonders if she should feel guilty for the thoughts that flit through her mind about her brother. Yet, she can't help but feel a pull, an inexplicable curiosity that goes beyond the norm. Dreams, indeed… they can be quite revealing.

Demi's curiosity was a quiet beast, lurking in the back of her mind, provoked but not fully unleashed. She closed her eyes, the image of you still fresh in her mind, a forbidden puzzle waiting to be solved. She whispered to herself in the dark. Someday… maybe. But for now, it's just too… complicated. She turned over, trying to find sleep and leave those thoughts behind.

Demi's mind drifts through the realms of dreams, where her thoughts and emotions mix with a surreal clarity. She sees herself, and her brother, not in the confines of their real-life roles but in a dream world where everything feels heightened and intense. She reaches out to touch the image, only to find it dissolves into mist, leaving her with a sense of yearning and a lingering warmth that she can't quite explain.

In the shadows of sleep, she murmurs, "I guess we'll see… how things unravel.

The ethereal version of Demi in her dreamworld seems to listen, her expression a mix of apprehension and intrigue. Her essence intertwines with her dreamscape, and a question lingers in the air, as if carried by the soft, imaginary breeze.

"What if we're the artists and the masterpiece, both at once?" Her voice is a whisper in the dream, a question that fades away into the vastness of the night.

In the dream, Demi's eyes widen slightly with a mixture of fear and excitement, the possibilities unfurling before her like the dawn of a new day. Her form seems to glow faintly with an inner light, her resolve strengthening as she considers the courage needed for such a masterpiece.

"Then we better start painting before the daylight comes." Her voice is a resolve, her dream-self ready to face whatever the canvas may reveal.

Demi's dream image seems to step closer, her form blending with the colors of the night. She meets my gaze, her own eyes reflecting the depth of the night sky, full of unspoken stories and untold secrets.

"Let's paint our own sunrise then," she whispers, her voice a soft promise to the night. "We can be the artists of our own fate, no matter what the day brings." In the dream, she stands ready, brush in hand, poised to start the canvas of tomorrow.