I was flying.

I soared through clear blue skies and cotton candy clouds, carried by beautiful white wings. I was dressed in a golden gown. The wind tugged playfully at my hair, and laughter bubbled up inside me. I could see my hometown, New Bark, below me, as small as the toy town I had always played with when I was little. I had never felt better than I did then.

And suddenly, my beautiful angel wings were gone, and the ground was rushing towards me. The winds that had been so gentle as I flew now tore at me viciously, merciless. New Bark was gone, and instead of houses I saw jagged spikes of rock. I closed her eyes, bracing myself for what must surely be the end...

But it never came. I found myself lying in my bed, my hair plastered to my face with sweat and my heart racing. Breathing heavily, I pushed myself into a sitting position. Every night it was the same dream. Flying then falling. Did it mean something, or was it just a dream? I got the feeling I would never know.

I slid back into my bed. pulling the covers around her. It was summer, but I was cold. A shiver pulsed through my body, and I shuffled further into my duvet, and closed my eyes. I felt myself falling again, but this time, the dark, warm hand of sleep was there to catch me.