Jayden
The forest surrounds me again. This time, my body lays flat on the grass, eyes closed, unmoving. Hundreds of tiny legs begin crawling over me, taking residence on any spot they can find. A series of pricks and pangs and I stir, but stay asleep.
Then a feather drifts slowly from above, brushing against the side of my face. The call of an eagle screeches from above.
My eyes open tiredly, Elsa's face the first thing I see. I flash a smile and lean into her hand, which is delicately set where the feather had landed in the dream. My eyes close again and I take a deep breath, not wanting her to ever leave.
