Brenna waited for her besties, Rebecca and Amie to fall asleep. As mothers with crazy busy schedules, it didn’t take long. Brenna tiptoed out the sliding glass doors of the resort hotel room and directly onto the beach. Déjà vu crept over her. The sensation was familiar and insanely accurate to her dream.
Brenna had fallen asleep in the airport just before catching the flight to Aruba. She’d dreamed of the glass doors opening to the beach, the smell of the salty air as it greeted her, the feel of the warm, gritty sand on her feet, the glow of the bright moon, and a path that disappeared into a tropical brush.