Sleep was a welcome visitor as Bree rested her head back on the pillow, her eyes closed. The medicine was making her tired, so she decided to take a little rest while Trent was out calling her parents.
Reality and a dream state were starting to mingle. She thought she was back on the beach for a moment, Trent’s hand in hers as they stared at the waves, deciding they were going to be together forever. She thought she heard the door to the hospital room open, but she wasn’t sure, and then she heard the pounding of the ocean surf and the birds squawking overhead, and the sun on her face seemed more real than anything having to do with aching fingers and skin grafts.
