Climbing into the bed, I was surprised at how cushy and cozy it felt. While I was getting situated, I told Astral, “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to sleep. I’m nervous.”
She laughed at my comment, “I think we’ll be alright.”
“Hopefully,” I replied while yawning widely. Resting my head on the squishy pillow, I closed my eyes and took several deep, relaxing breaths as sleep overtook me more quickly than I had expected.
I recognized the warm home I lived in through my late childhood and teen years, immediately. I was walking through the foyer; the house was quiet except for soft shuffling and clinks coming from the kitchen door. I carefully moved toward the doorway, peeking around the frame, there Mrs. Boone was wearing her lilac bathrobe, her hair wrapped in rollers. She was washin
