Unable to sleep, Kagome's staring at the ceiling from her sleeping bag. The coals from the fire in the center of the hut glow orange. Everyone's asleep. Peaceful. Even Inuyasha has succumbed to rest and is breathing softly near the door.

She should be sleeping, but her mind is trapped in the memory of another place.

With a roaring fire.

Hot tea.

Words of adventure.

A startlingly handsome, stoic companion.

With a small huff, she closes her eyes. But she just sees pale skin, brilliant markings, and silver waves when she does.

Sculpted muscles.

She sighs. He really is well-built.