Out of the darkness a gold light blossomed before Callie’s eyes. It grew from a tiny pinprick into an expanding horizon of glorious color. A shape loomed ahead. A sphinx. The warm stone was carved with familiar symbols. She reached out to touch it. Invisible fingers covered hers, squeezing lightly, then tighter. A breeze ruffled against her face, reminding her of the downy soft feathers of a bird.
“I can’t live without you.” The words were uttered so frantically, and were so wonderful.
“I can’t live without you.”“Can’t live without you,” she repeated, smiling deep inside. Why did she like those words? Who said them? Strange questions bounced through her mind, like a dozen bright tennis balls…bouncing away…The green court beneath them changed, deepened to a forest and the tennis balls shr
