Adelyn didn't remember how long she stayed up telling Eira the story —but sometime later, she dozed off.
The last thing she saw before her eyes closed was the vague figure of Dylan stepping into the frame.
But with her vision already blurring, she almost mistook him for a dream.
A dream that felt … increasingly real.
However, as her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, she no longer had the strength to keep them open and confirm it.
She simply drifted into sleep, relaxing into her familiar bed —comforted by the thought that the little one was right beside her.
Though it was only a story she had woven to make the girl happy, she couldn't stop herself from feeling it too.
The idea of having the little one sleeping next to her once again …
It felt warm.
Comforting.
Familiar.
The only thing missing was being able to curl around her small frame and hold her close to her heart.
Still… it was enough.
After all, she couldn't allow herself to grow too attached to the little one.
