Rose PoV
As soon as we got home, we put Anis into her little basket in the center of our bed. Her tiny purple wings poked out of the slits on the back of her elephant onesie.
I wondered why they would come out while she slept. Did my little girl dream of flying? Hopefully she wouldn't just fly off one day while napping. She might hurt herself, given she was hooked up to her little breathing machine.
When would my baby activate her odd powers? She could astralproject her pa and me. Then did that mean her soul might one day detatch from her body and wonder around? That was a scary thought. There were all kinds of dark things lurking in the shadows. Cyra was merely the one I knew best.
I sighed, unable to shake off the unsettling thoughts. I gently brushed a strand of hair from Anis's forehead, her skin warm and soft under my fingers. "Sleep tight, my little angel," I whispered, hoping that her dreams were filled with nothing but joy and love.
