Nap time

Lucy did something she hardly allowed herself to do these days; she had an afternoon nap. And it made her feel so good. If the phone hadn't rung and tugged her out of her sleep, she probably would have continued napping forever.

That's the beauty of nap time. Simple, stolen moments of peace in the day. Unexpected moments of rest, when the brain can wipe itself clean, and you can reboot yourself. Lucy definitely felt better. She started to think maybe she should move to a country where siestas are the way of life....

Spain seems like a great place for a holiday. But she can't go there yet, or anywhere yet. Not with all those plane crash dreams. She would love to go back to Canada, but then there are the bears. Big charging bears with their claws outstretched and their jaws ready to chomp Lucy to pieces. Australia is another place deep in her heart she would love to return to. But is she ready to face G again? Will it be third time lucky or will her whole world shatter around her?

As Lucy lies on top of her quilt of stars and contemplates all these things, the sun is setting outside and creating that beautiful golden glow she loves and craves so much. Seeping through her window and inside the room, bathing herself and all around her. It is the sort of light that makes everything better.

Even the bruises turn to yellow under this sort of light.

She wishes it could stay like that forever, but soon enough, as Lucy knows, night fall will come, and so will the dreams both good and bad. And she will lose herself once more in that space between awake and asleep...forever searching for Him. The One. The one and Only.