Lisa was so exhausted, she slept through the entire road trip. She was only vaguely aware when the car stopped. Strong arms wrapped around her and carried her like a child. She snuggled against the body holding her. She knew she should wake up. She told herself to. But it felt so good to be nestled right where she was. And she trusted those secure arms around her. So her eyes stayed closed and a delicious sense of safety stole over her.
Then she was being gently lowered into a comfortable bed whose familiar scent felt like a homecoming.
She dropped into a profound sleep.
She dreamed of stars and moons and flying. She dreamed she was flying from night to day, floating through high mountain air in her own private bubble, like the Good Witch of the East. Someone was with her, someone whose
