Seaside Moors when i was a little stereo

in his sleep, tegan was getting a nice massage from a baaaaaad bitch with some cold ass paws. it felt so nice in that fuckin summer heat. but, of course, right when it was getting to the good part, the lady turned from bad biddie to straight up bitch-- screaming and shit! only then did tegan jolt awake, realizing that it was all a dream and that pleasant massage was, in fact, a god damn rain storm. 

he stood up, pretty quickly, shaking out his coat and eyeing bat. "what? what gives?" he questioned, like the rain absolutely was not a problem to him.