For the first time in weeks she dreamed instead of tossing and turning. She was lying on a beach in a luxuriously comfortable lounger. The sun felt warm and soothing. Within her reach on the side table were iced beverages with tiny umbrellas and slices of fruit on the rims. She could hear the waves, a lovely soft rolling sound muffling the caws and squawks of the seagulls. When she reached for one of the drinks her hand slipped and suddenly there was glass everywhere, including a chunk stabbing into the palm of her hand. She grabbed at it and pulled it out, but now she could see dozens of tiny glass capsules buried deep in her hand. Frantically she started plucking at them. She used one of the shards of glass to dig deeper. She didn’t even notice the blood until it was everywhere, dripping down her arms and legs and into the sand. The sun had turned into a heat lamp beating down on her. Now so hot that she was burning up.
