Chapter 19
Nineteen Thanks to the magic-laced lullaby Aurora sings, I fall asleep in less than a minute. It’s a different kind of sleep. Sleep filled with an awareness I’ve never experienced before. I walk across a shadowed landscape of continually changing scenery—roads, corridors, forests—feeling very much awake while also being certain that I’m dreaming. It’s fascinating, this dream world. I want to explore it. I reach with one hand toward the tree I’m about to walk past, wondering if bark feels the same in a dream as it does in real life. Beneath my palm, I sense the same rough texture as I drag my hand slowly across the tree trunk. But all of a sudden, as if the change happened so fast I didn’t even see it, I’m standing in a living room near a floor-to-ceiling window. For some reason, the view
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