I fell asleep soon after jumping into the pile of pillows, but my mind stays in Asgard. When I wake up, I feel rejuvenated, like a heavy weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Describing the barrier must have tired me out more than I realized - I never expected to fall asleep.

I smile and get up from the pile of pillows. It's a good thing I fell asleep then, because I'm going to be Describing a lot more today. I scan the surrounding area for guards. Gregor is here, as always, but I don't see anyone else. In fact, as dark as the dungeons normally are... it seems a bit darker than usual. Could this be nighttime? I scan the rest of the hallway for any signs of movement. I see none. Maybe Jimmy and Bob don't come around as often since it's expected that cellmates are supposed to be sleeping... or they're invisible.

I brush aside that last thought, smiling to myself. Even if they are invisible, which is very unlikely, they still (hopefully) won't be able to see past my barrier. Speaking of that... I turn and survey my barrier once more. It still looks intact, and nothing appears to have changed. Maybe this means I actually will be able to escape.

I turn back to the pile of pillows, my hands on my hips. Do I try un-describing them and wait and see if all the pillows in the kingdom have disappeared again, or do I wait? I rub my chin, considering if it's actually worth it. Because if I do accidentally un-describe all the pillows again, I'd have to help make them all again. I wince. I'd rather not do that.

I turn away from the pillows and focus on the ground next to them. If I'm going to do this, I have to start small. I close my eyes and picture a wooden block in my head. It's small enough to fit in the palm of my hand, it is cube shaped, it is painted light blue. There. Small and simple. I wait a few seconds, and then open my eyes.

Right in front of me is a small wooden block! I kneel down, amazed. I pick it up, smiling like crazy. Sure, it isn't blue, and it's not perfectly square, but I don't care! I did it! I purposefully did it! I carefully set it down.

Now for the harder part: un-describing it. There's a very small chance that there are going to be many tiny blocks looking like this one in Asgard. I pick it up again, eyeing the grain of the wood. Especially ones made of pine from Earth! (Thanks shop class.)

I set the block down again, looking directly at it. This time, I'm determined to do it with my eyes open. In the back of my mind, I slowly start to un-describe it. I imagine the block splitting apart into tiny pieces and each piece from that splits into two even tinier pieces. This continues until the block's pieces are so small they have disappeared completely.

As soon as I finish, the block disappears right in front of my eyes. I shriek and jump back, surprised. I didn't expect it to happen so quickly!

Giggling quietly, I look outside my cell for any guard action. Still no movement from Gregor, but there is something going on at the opposite end of the hall. Figuring it's probably Jimmy or Bob, I quickly lie down on the ground and pretend to sleep. I hear some hurried footsteps that gradually slow down the closer they get to my cell. I try to relax and slow my breathing down, or else they might be able to tell I'm awake.

That's when I feel a familiar presence enter my mind. Gentle, probing, and definitely not Loki. I quickly fill my mind with half-remembered dreams and hope that does the trick. Waterfalls. Superheroes. Ice cream. Anything I can shove in there I do. I can hardly breathe, just waiting for them to leave.

After what feels like an eternity, they withdraw, apparently satisfied with their brief glimpse of my dreams. I let out a soft sigh of relief. One that apparently wasn't soft enough.

"I know you're awake, Cameron." Odin states.

Caught, I slowly sit up, making eye contact him through the barriers. What in the world is he doing up this time of night? Isn't he like a bajillion years old?

I nod at him, trying desperately to not look over at the pile of pillows beside me. If I look, he's going to know something's there, and I'm not about to lie to the king of Asgard about how they got there. "My king."

He looks at me quizzically. "Why are you awake, Cameron?"

I yawn, stretching out my arms as I do so. "I couldn't sleep, sir."

"And why is that?"

I meet his gaze with a quizzical look of my own. "It's not exactly the most comfortable." I gesture around me. "There's only so much you can do with a flat floor and not much to cover up with." I fidget with the hem of my dress.

Odin smiles, a gesture I haven't seen in a while. It warms my heart a tiny bit... and then his words gut out that warm feeling really quick. "It's the Dungeons, Cameron, you can expect for them to be uncomfortable. Would you rather be serving your sentence somewhere else, like in the muck in the stables?"

My eyes widen. "No sir not at all! I don't mean to sound ungrateful!"

Odin chuckles, another thing I haven't heard in a while. "I'm only joking, Cameron, this is the only secure place we can keep you." His eye darkens. "Otherwise you might be teleporting all over the kingdom then. And we wouldn't want that, now would we?"

I look down guiltily. There definitely is a chance that if I fall asleep outside of this magic-blocking barrier I might teleport again, this time to a place that will actually get me banished. "No, I don't believe we would."

"Good." Odin says. I look back up at him. "Now the only reason I came here tonight was to see how you were taking your punishment. I'm glad to see that it seems to be working." He leans in closer to the barrier, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Besides, that pile of pillows does look fun to jump into."

I quickly shove away my shock and school my face into one of bland interest. I really hope that he didn't notice anything.

Unfortunately, I am wrong again. Odin smiles. "I may not have Heimdall's sight, girl, but I can see through simple illusions. Especially ones so hurriedly crafted." Well there's one thing to work on under the assumption Odin still lets me live after this. If he knows I did this, why is he not going for my head? I focus back on him.

"It's nice to see the servants supporting you still, despite that you dragged poor Dessa into this mess." Servants? Why is he saying servants? Does he think they sent the pillows? That's genius! I never thought of that... but then who created the illusion, under his impression?

I soon learn who it is he thinks did it. "Margaret may be older, but she has talent for many things. It makes her perfect to be in charge of all the servants. This way she knows whenever a servant is messing around with magic." Odin meets my gaze again, which is definitely now in shocked mode. What is he going to do now? Is he going to order them to take the pillows away? "Just make sure the guards don't see you sleeping on it in the daytime, and I'll allow it."

My mouth falls agape. He's letting me keep the pillows! "Thank you sir!"

He smiles again. "You're welcome, Cameron. Now go to sleep."

I nod. "Right away sir." I climb into the pile of pillows.

Satisfied, Odin leaves, walking back down the hallway. I consider moving and trying to Describe another small thing, but I decide against it, leaving things better off as they are. I can practice more in the morning.

I fall asleep.