THE moment Sophia's eyes opened, she asked herself where she was. The room felt familiar yet unfamiliar because there was a person sleeping beside her.
"You're awake. Good morning, my queen."
Sophia closed her eyes and tried to recall what happened the night before. She had a good night's dream. She dreamed about Simon kissing her until she fell asleep in his arms. She slept with one thought in mind, she felt happy the night before that everything was just a dream. It was usually that way. She would dream about something that seemed real and then she would wake up to find herself dreaming another dream. Layers of imaginary events.
"I'm not a dream. I'm real. You're real, Sophia. Everything that happened last night up to this morning, including the driving frenzy you made at dawn, wer
