Kiara was amazed at the fact that she had accepted the warped reality so easily, adapting to its rules without question. But here she was, floating above her house and looking down at her roof. The soft crisp air of the night caressed her, sending ripples through the fabric of her nightgown as she flew higher. This felt too real, yet it was impossible – wasn’t it? Kiara slowly accepted that she had to be dreaming. It was a lucid dream, but a dream, nonetheless.