The muffled voices were disturbing her dream. Whatever the dream was even about, she couldn’t remember. It faded quickly as she focused on the voices near her and the fingertips that were brushing along her knuckles. The fingers were warm and sent tingles through her being. It felt like home.
“She needs to rest anyway,” one voice whispered, “you have to let her sleep.”
“She’s been asleep for hours, and who knows how long before,” that familiar voice was there. She knew him anywhere. Kellan Thompson. He appeared in a dream or two, but “dream Kel”, as she liked to refer to him, was actually pleasant to be around. Like he was when they were growing up. “Real Kel” was… an asshole. “Real Kel” kidn*pped her before. She tried to talk to him about the things she started to question from Sa
