“Bev, I love you and always will. See ya.”
Bev's eyes close, and when she opened them, she was back in bed.
* * *
She collected her thoughts and mumbled, “I really am losing my mind.”
Trying to rationalize her dream, said to herself, “OK, Bev, you're a smart gal—figure it out.”
Bev contemplated her words for a few moments, but this time was convinced her dream was more than just an illusion. It seemed so real. The sights and sounds were much more than any dream she'd ever had. Those things we talked about, especially my “coming back before the third sun sets,” was confusing at best. Whatever it was, Bev felt calm and rested.
Becoming more awake, she felt something poking her in the head and discovered a small twig. Her confusion became comfort as she removed it, then she gently rolle
