Last night, she saw it in her dreams again.


The shrill mellifluous notes sung by an unknown songbird floated into her ears from some distant valley.



No; the bird was perching on the bare branch of a tree outside the wooden window-sill.


The tiny bird , with eyes deep black  and twinkling, seemed to look at her with anticipation.



They continued to stare into the depths of each other's eyes for a few moments, before the bird thrilled a last note before flying off into a cloudless, blue sky, that contrasted with its pink-purple tail.


She sat upright on her bed and beholded in front of her, a Land of Dreams.


There seemed...