in the arms of Morpheus, neither fully awake nor totally asleep. A small sigh escaped her lips as she turned on her back, one hand thrown above her head.

She drifted closer to the surface now, only a thin veil separating her from full awareness.

A voice, she smiled in her drowsy state, and the touch of a hand.

Her skin rippled with sensation and she dreamed of soothing words.

"Yes, Master," she breathed into the darkness. "I hear. I obey."

Then sank back into silent slumber.