Amelia finally gets back to the waiting room and sees Eli and Navid fast asleep and Leona starting to doze off. As angry as she is, she figures she may as well get some sleep. Her disdain for her aunt is a necessary yet exhausting emotion best left for another day. It sickens her to see them all passed out in their chairs like nothing has happened. Like her father isn’t fighting for his life and her mother isn’t on the run. They have nothing to fear, and it infuriates her that they can be so casual about it. They have no villain parading his hatred over their lives, because they’re the villains. Their dreams are probably filled with wonder, while she sits there afraid to go to sleep. Because sleeping would mean time away from her father, who could die at any minute. But, her eyes seem to have a mind of their own since she can’t keep them open. She loudly pushes two chairs together, hoping it will rouse them, but no such luck. Eventually, she curls up and instantly falls asleep.
She walks through long olive-green vines with little purple flowers flowing down as if strategically placed. A familiar sweet scent drifts into her nostrils. She looks up to the heavens to see where the vines are coming from, but can’t find an end. It’s almost as if they’re flowing right out of the sky. She turns around and marvels at the beautiful sunset and the immaculate blue lake beneath, which mimics the cobalt-orange sky. This strange place is filled with enormous trees, bushes with huge red and blue flowers, and vines, a million green vines. The grass is almost fluorescent and feels like cotton on her bare feet. Inhaling the air again allows her to recognize the scent, fresh gardenias. She feels an overwhelming sense of peace, like this garden is right where she belongs. A nearby river draws her in, summoning her to come closer. The water is so clear that she can see her reflection perfectly. Even though she feels happy, her likeness looks sad and lonely, as if she’s been wronged. For some reason, the water is showing her something other than what she feels.
She kneels down and takes a sip of the cold liquid from her hand and starts to feel light and free. The taste is so good she gulps down a few more sips, like she can’t get enough. If she knew water could taste this good and make her feel this extraordinary, she would have gallons of it on hand. She takes another sip and realizes that the soft grass between her toes is slowly moving away from her.