Twyla springs upright with a loud gasp in the dark, clutching her chest for air. Frightened, she jerks her head around, eyes flitting across the unfamiliar place and up at objects hanging above from scaffolds and pillars. Something soft brushes her hair. She wrenches her head sideways, colliding with feathers on the bed pole.
Where am I? Am I still dreaming?
The instant she touches the dreamcatcher, a voice from a faraway place, trying to take physical form, whispers in her mind. “The web entraps nightmares and banishes demons at sun’s first light. Feathers keep only pleasant dreams so you can dream them again.”
“The web entraps nightmares and banishes demons at sun’s first light. Feathers keep only pleasant dreams so you can dream them again.”Someone snores and bumps her arm. Twyla jum
