Nefretiri
My eyes snap open like an alarm clock starts to ring, but there's no sound like that here. Instead, my ears only pick up the sounds of birds in the trees. I'm sitting on the slope on the edge of a mountain. My legs dangled over the side like I was sitting on a chair too tall for me. Penelope was strapped to my chest, fast asleep with her tiny fist beside her mouth.
The bag I'd carried was resting behind me on some rocks, and I hurried back toward it. Afraid I'll fall from this height. Unfortunately, we're almost at the summit of this mountain, and that's an incredibly long way to drop. So, it would kill us unless I suddenly learned how to fly. Which I doubt was happening any time soon.
