Warm breath caressed her cheek as she lingered in that place somewhere between dreaming and waking, fingers brushing away the tickle of a butterfly light touch, hands tugging the patched blanket more snugly around her shoulders, chin burrowing deep into the toasty softness. A whisper passed through her thoughts… only to be quickly swept away… ignored for the comfort of spending the grey morning nestled in a warm, dry bed.
“If you don’t wake up, you may find yourself with scorched eyelashes.”
“Silly dragon, you can’t even make smoke,” she giggled.
“Yes, but someday… someday I will. Then you’ll see.”