DAISY'S POV

The furniture was too perfect. The cracks in the mirror were too symmetrical. Even Lucy herself looked like someone's idea of what a creepy child should look like rather than an actual person.

"This is all fake," I said.

"You're wrong," Lucy insisted, but her voice was getting fainter.

"Prove it," I challenged. "Do something that a dream version of you couldn't do."

Lucy tried to cast a spell, but nothing happened.

"You can't," I said. "Because you're not real."

The cabin started to fade around the edges, like a watercolor painting in the rain.

"If this is a dream," I said to myself, "then I can wake...