Sleep wouldn't come. The Queen's worried words played over and over in the dark, mixing with my own fears until I didn't know what to think.

I finally fell asleep, but my dreams were not kind.

One moment, I was in my cold little bed. The next, I was standing in my old bedroom at home. Moonlight was coming through the window.

It looked so real. It even smelled like home, like my mom's perfume and the wood polish the cleaners used.

My mom was right in front of me, ...