The autumn leaves rustle in the air above her, whispers of red and orange. When she looks around, the colors are all she can see. Is that a tree? An old windmill ahead? The details fade, lost in a shifting haze of muted brilliance. Then Caine is there, waiting for her at the end of the trail. She can just make out the green of his eyes. She runs towards him, fighting to catch a glimpse of him through the veil clouding her vision. Her feet pound along the path, but the carpet of dead leaves absorbs all sound. Is she getting any closer? She can’t tell. His voice calls to her. “Rebecca, it’s time to wake up.” She blinks, and everything changes. The mattress underneath her naked body is firm and warm. Caine’s hands cradle her gently. Dawn’s first light drifts in through the window. The autumn colors are replaced by the chocolate silk of her duvet, the soft white of her cotton sheets. Caine is next to her, behind her, perched above her. She rolls over and stares into his eyes. He looks troubled.
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