Reflections
((Warning! About to enter third person...)) Emma moaned a little as she opened her eyes a crack, allowing her to see daylight. She tried to go back to sleep, but that tiny bit of light had done the trick and her mind – without her consent – ground into action. Her first coherent thoughts were, “ I wonder if I’ll have time to shower at this campground before we leave. I’ll have to ask Mom.” She rolled on to her side. “ I wonder if the showers here are nice, or like those ones that flash burning hot and freezing cold without anyone touching the controls.” She sat up, realizing that such thoughts were fruitless, and that she might as well ask Mom before it was too late. As she reluctantly opened her eyes, she looked around in surprise and bewilderment. Then as memory slowly returned, she moaned again and closed her eyes. She wasn't at a campground at all! She was in her own bed, for the first time in over a month. She had arrived home ...
