Awareness crept under Zee's eyelids. Perhaps also it came through her nose and ears. She sighed deeply, stretched out her legs, and lay with one hand across her face, fingers spread through light brown hair.
World, world, she thought, oh, I just had a dream about you. Sleepily she opened an eye that lay under a finger and saw a hazy shape across her vision. The finger, fuzzy around the edges, slid off her face and Zee opened the other eye. Something was different about the color of her room, the shade of the ceiling, or the lighting, and Zee thought for a second that she might be sleeping at someone else's house. She propped herself up on both elbows.
Dizziness swept up through her spine and sprayed at the backs of her eyes, hit the top of her skull and rained down again, turning everything dark for a second, leaving trails of fuzz behind. Snails' trails, Zee thought absently, blinking them away. Her eyes cleared and she looked.
Strange, she thought, my first dream ever to come true.
