Meadowlark Prairie lullabye

Her sienna, half-lidded eyes watched the constellations, hypnotized. It was as if the stars held hands and danced around the moon like a Maypole. Their songs were quiet – barely a whisper – and they began to say things in an ancient tongue that Seal was on the cusp of parsing when…

A prodigious feeling, like she was falling from a great height, made her suddenly lurch backward. Seal gasped loudly, now awake. Her eyes blinked, disoriented, as she tried to understand where she was and how she got there.