“I’d ask who you’re dreaming about, but I’m not sure I want to know. You’re about to fall, though.”
“I wasn’t dreaming… Oh, thanks,” he said as he set himself upright. “Who are you? Did my dad let you in?”
“The front door was standing open. I was looking for someone to tell about it.” She lifted one eyebrow. “If you weren’t dreaming that was a pretty vivid daydream.”
