THAT NIGHT
That night Elizabeth dreamed.
Elizabeth slipped into sleep and found herself standing in an open field in front of a cabin she remembered clearly from her childhood.
"Pa?" she called, looking for the familiar figure of her grandfather seated on the front porch in a rocking chair. When she could not see him, she started towards the cabin.
"This place is wonderful, what is it?" came a soft voice from behind her.
Elizabeth turned and saw a young woman standing behind her. The girl, who looked about eighteen years old, had raven black hair, skin so pale it seemed to glow, and wore a long robe of what looked like undyed linen. As she walked her hands were held out at waist height beside her, brushing the tops of the tall grasses. As she got nearer, Elizabeth could see that she was barefoot.
"My grandfather's cabin, we used to come here when I was young. We would spend every summer here, until my father got too sick, then we weren't allowed to come. Who are you?" Elizabeth asked, turning from her contemplation of the cabin so she could look at the girl. "What are we doing here?"
The girl had begun to spin in circles as Elizabeth reminisced. She stopped to look at the older woman. "We are here because this is the place your sleeping mind chose to take us. As to who I am, I am Atlantis."