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I landed on the floor next to the bed, nearly hitting my head on the hardwood floor.
I looked up at Darius, who was shaking his head at me.
Destiny was perched on the bird post next to the bed, shaking her head as well.
Climbing to my knees, I met Crispin eye-to-eye. He was still waking up, and he had a sleepy, groggy look.
Destiny flapped once, hopped onto the window sill, and pushed the window open, flying outside and letting the cold night air in.
Crispin yawned and stretched. Then he smiled.
“Well, what do you think?” he asked.
“Why don’t you take a minute to wake up?” I asked.
The emotions from the dream were still running through me. I felt physically sick. I had just experienced an intense, emotional high—and now I had crashed.
I wanted to vomit. My stomach churned. My h
