I awoke with a gasp. A desperate honk flaring in warning sounded, long and loud. I veered the steering wheel, a hopeless attempt to keep from crashing into the dark vegitation. I made quick thanks to Hawaii’s straight, for the most part, roads.

Hastily, I gulped down the rest of my now cold and black coffee and blinked my eyes rapidly.

Only few more hours, and I could put these wicked dreams to rest. The last one was so detailed and so happy I had been sure it was real. It was exactly what I wanted to find once my quest for Cyyn was complete.

I rolled the windows down and sucked in as much thick tropical air as my lungs could. The sky was glowing, in hazy cotton candy colors.

“Hey,” a soft voice piped from shotgun. I nearly shit myself. Cyyn rubbed the sleep from her eyes, “Are we almost there?”

It dawned on me that I hadn’t been dreaming. Happiness swelled like dynamite inside me. “Thank god,” I whispered.

She waggled her eyebrows, “Wake up, Dexter, this isn’t a dream—I’m damn hungry”