She entered my dream this morning. Lying on a bed in a dim lit room. Orange. I remember seeing lots of orange. Then it happened. The nature is too disturbing, too graphic to share the details. Know that her eyes were the first to see. They were filled with goodness-release. She smiled bearing no weight at all. She lay back on her bed. Warmth filled every orifice, every nerve, every tendon, every shattered dream. She drifted into happy. -Gracie Berry.