Mark opened his eyes slowly and the first thing he saw was sunlight filtering through the tent fabric, casting a warm glow inside.
"..."
It was already daytime.
He lay still looking at the fabric ceiling for a few seconds without moving.
"I'm no longer sure these are just dreams…" he murmured quietly.
Because the first time he had been able to convince himself it was a product of the fever and exhaustion. Just his brain, fried by illness, generating random images while he slept.
But this was the second time, he wasn't sick, he wasn't exhausted, he had slept in perfect conditions, and yet she had appeared again.
'Best to set it aside for now…' Mark thought, turning his head to one side. 'Maybe if I ask Rose she'll know something about mental connections between—'
Then Mark's thoughts stopped when he saw the blanket in front of him moving.
And then from under the blanket emerged a pair of black rabbit ears, followed by a bronzed face with golden eyes looking directly at him.
