otters

This is no dream, Novi. Everything you are experiencing is real and until you accept that, you will not be able to go home.___eah, okay. Sure. Twin queens, talking otters, Autumn Fae, houses suspended in midair. Yep, totally real. Got it.

Oliver reached up for my hand and led me back into the living room area. __an we try something?_ I rolled my eyes. __o I really have a choice?___ou always have a choice, Novi,_ Oliver said.

I__ not broken. Not really,_ I sighed. __y name is Novaleigh. Novaleigh Darrow.

I looked around I realized I was standing on the edge of the muddy bank with tall trees in the distance. I could see the sun rising over the water just as the sky glistened a beautiful rose gold with ombre shades of purple and blue___ust like in my dream. But this wasn__ my dream or was it? I can openly admit I have been mentally lost for months, but now as I sit here with an irate otter yelling at me, the idea of lost took on a whole new meaning.

The day I let all that fear and worry consume me was the day it all changed. I slipped off that bridge and fell into the void I__ always dreamt about. The thing was, that was also that day I started to live.

When a dream of dying actually becomes a chance to live... all you have to do is fall.

Without the journey and crucial moment of understanding, I would still be questioning everything before me. I know now that I must trust what comes next, for there is a plan greater than the one I can see at work.

I fell into the water with a large splash and sunk like a stone. My feet guided the way as I drifted further into the murky depths. Down. Down. Down.