Five
Luana had fallen asleep with her reading glasses stuck to the bridge of her nose. The book lay open, beckoning her to resume reading the moment she opened her eyes. Half-asleep, she rose to turn off the lights and snuggled down into the covers. Her thoughts drifted as conscious awareness floated to visions of infants crying and babies being born. As she dreamt, Luana’s psyche searched for peace surrounding the issue of whether Destiny would continue with her plan, or change her mind.
Early the next morning, Luana savored the fact that she didn’t need to go work in an office; she could take her time to savor the captivating novel. She didn’t want to miss a single word that might shed a ray of light on the story’s evolution. Envisioning the storyline’s progression, Luana spoke out lou
