It was the best sleep Foxy had had in days, weeks, years. It was so soul reviving. It was spirit-lifting. It was so safe, secure, filling her with so much love and warmth that she didn"t want to leave it.
It was also not like any other dream she"d ever had. She didn"t see anything in the dream. Just a peaceful darkness. It was the feel of the dream that Foxy didn"t want to part with.
It felt like a homecoming. It felt right. It felt inevitable.
It was like the times she dreamed about her true love. She hadn"t had that dream in a long time. Having it now must mean he was near. It must mean that she was going to meet him soon. Maybe even today.
In her mind, Foxy"s eyes flew open, eager to greet this momentous day. In reality, her eyelids lifted slowly, shirking away from the soft sunligh
