Sheila Marie lay still, steadying her breathing when the pain subsided, her eyesight fading and she squinted slowly as if Ruby and Ruel were fading on her line of vision, they covered in mist, and only she could see it.
She saw only the shadow of someone, heard the laughter from the distance, the laughter announced itself as if it were a million petals opening in warm sunlight. It was as if the sound ripped off a veil from Sheila Marie's eyes and allowed her to see the world more clearly.
And once more she was beyond shocked. It's funny how laughter can do that, those honest rumblings of the soul she thought, but she knew better. This is her dream, the same dream but this time it was real, she was here. She could feel everything, every movement of the grass, the tangled roots, the leave
