Isobel had fitful sleep the entire night. She could not begin to imagine that what had made her come to this era in the first place. There might be something which had triggered this…now if her soul was here in the body of this woman then where did Isabella’s soul go?
She needed to know that what might have happened that made her feel like this….why would this girl get up on the tree and try to break her neck?
In our sleep we are children again. We dream of things past, things that will never be again. In our dreams we have comfort, freedom and love. Sometimes we can be visited by those we lost and for those perfect hours of sleep we are whole again. Then on waking we scramble to write it down, just in case there is wisdom in the randomness. It's not that we think they're really talking
