Serene
A sweet, soft fabric felt as if it wanted to be absorbed into her skin. Serene snuggled deeper, consciousness jumping the line between asleep and awake. She was six years old again, remembering the days when her mother rested her against her breast. Immediately, Mrs. Depp's face came into view, smiling down at her warming.
Serene smiled back. "Mummy, I had the weirdest dream. Some friends and I went to Standrick in the middle of the night and some crazy person chased us. A girl I knew brought me back home, and the guy I hated the most picked me up in his arms and took me back to my room. I got to t*****e him on the way up the stairs. Sweet, huh?"
"No, it wasn't. You weighed a ton."
Serene frowned, still groggy. "No I don't! Besides Mom, you weren't there."
