By now, Daphne realized that she was dreaming.
The panic and desperation from before had slightly settled, replaced instead with a desire to put it all to an end.
Yet, her eyelids seemed to be plastered to her skin, refusing to budge no matter how hard Daphne willed them to open.
"Daphne!" The voice called over and over again, at first the childish voice that she wasn't sure where she heard from. Then the cool tone of the spirit's voice. Then the deeper raspy voice she had grown familiar.
They all echoed one another, multiplying and amplifying until they became a singular voice.
"Daphne!"
Right on cue, she opened her eyes to the pair of golden orbs that had placed her thoughts both in reality and her dreams. The fanlike dark lashes contrasted with the amber, casting small shadows on it that accentuated its brightness.
She reached out, gently stroking his face.
