#Chapter 215: When You Dream Of Me…

I fall asleep in the nursery, in a high-back chair I pulled up beside the crib. I watch Lyra until my eyelids are too heavy to keep open, and darkness drags me under again.

When I wake again, it’s early morning, the sunrise just breaking over the trees out the window. I look at the view, then at Lyra, still asleep in her crib. She’ll likely be sleeping a while