The sun was up in the sky, announcing another hot summer day. Nature was rejoicing the heat after the rain from the previous day. Everybody was starting their daily chores, except for Hope, who was still sleeping and dreaming.
She was on a vast plain surrounded by forest, strolling and touching the tips of the grass which was so tall that she could reach it without bending down. A touch on her shoulder startled her, but then she felt the long nails slowly following the edges of the dragon tattoo on her left shoulder blade. The contact was gentle. Knowing how sharp those nails were, Hope left a moan to escape from her lips, thinking how dangerous and tender they can be at the same time.
