Chapter 8
Candace was dreaming, knew she was dreaming, even in the dream. It was a cotton-ball dream where she felt insulated from the world by white cotton balls, cushioning her, absorbing her. She didn't like it. When the cotton balls started closing in on her, she tried to wake herself up. She couldn't seem to find the exit to the waking world, and the white cotton balls kept closing in, tighter and tighter until she could hardly breathe. No sights, no sounds, just the feeling of claustrophobic pressure as the room got smaller and smaller.
Finally, she found the right door, door number three, some voice proclaimed in her dream. She walked through it and was awake.
The soft walls were still there, still closing in. Startled, Candace struggled, and heard someone grunt. A pillow! Someon
