Taking Control
The next day, Abbey was the first to wake, and she quietly listened to the soft snoring noises made by Zoe as she lay on her back flat out, still in the land of Nod, as Mom would say. She always denied that she snored, but their many nights together had given Abbey a different point of view.
Jilly was curled up on her other side with just her head showing above the sheets, but her face was hidden by her long black hair. As Abbey reached out to brush the hair gently from her face, several golden strands appeared as if by magic and twined themselves around her fingers in greeting. After a few seconds, they let go, and Abbey was able to take a closer look at Jilly’s sleeping face.
Details of last night filled her mind, and she knew that the group bonding and linking of mind
