The night was not so long. Yet, even through her sleep, Gwyn does not feel rested. It is not that she had not slept, for she slept well, it is something else. Feeling the sun, listening to the sounds, and smelling the rich aromas surrounding her, she knows that it is a new day.
Life for some is like a butterfly, lithely dancing and floating among flowers and the brightly shining sky. Each day, each moment of life, is new for Gwyn. She has seldom thought otherwise. This day is no different from any of her others. However, stretching and preparing to move about, she cannot help thinking that there is something unusual this morning.
Last night is like a dream to Gwyn. She can only remember very tiny bits and pieces. Even so, as these little fragments of her memory dance throughout her head, she knows that something special happen last night. Without any thought, and fully uncaring about anything, she jumps from her bed and begins dancing about her room, holding her pillo