Beau slept. She slept the sleep where she knew she was dreaming, but her mind was at ease. There were no pictures playing in her mind. She was cocooned in darkness, but not an all-encompassing darkness. It felt like a warm blanket pulled over her head at dawn. There was no fear of the shadows. The only feeling was of wholeness and well being.
She felt something feather-light brush across her lips. It called her to awaken, but she wasn’t ready. She craved the peace of this sleep. She didn’t feel the need to chase that sensation on her lips. She somehow knew it would be there when she was ready for it. So Beau slept.
Sometime later, color washed over her mind. Her garden came into view. She heard laughter. The joyous sound of children giggling and chatting. She turned towards it. She felt
