Astra turned her head to the side, opened her eyes, and found herself lying on warm bed of bouncy green grass that smelled a little like cotton candy. 

To her left, she heard the gentle gurgling of a stream.  She smiled a little, because she knew she was dreaming.  But the dream was so vivid that she felt a stone poking her back, and she smelled the fresh watery earthy scent of the dirt.  Birds chirped and cheeped nearby, one of them singing a tune she recognized from music class.  She lay in the grass basking in the warmth of the sunlight that was striking her at the perfect angle, feet first, until she heard a voice. 

It was her brother calling out “hello.”

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