Cassie

For as long as she could remember, Cassie had fallen asleep listening to the river sighing and whispering beneath her bedroom window. She had discovered if she laid her ear on one of the logs that made up the wall separating her room from the swirling current, the sound was clear, as though it were magnified. She would wrap her quilt around her and lay her slim body along the logs, and dream that she was part of the water, always moving in slim silver streaks, catching the light.