Sophia Ayrest loved to sleep, and had a reputation of doing so: in class, once she got home, even in the bath. Why did she love sleeping so much? Dreams. Sleep meant dreams. Sophia had the same dream for a month, a dream where she was a young master of a noble family in a foreign land called Ataliei. Every time she went to sleep she would return to this land as a boy named Hannes Dubois, sometimes time seemed to move in her dreams and sometimes she dreamt the same things as yesterday. Although lately it was getting harder to wake up, to end the dreams. Not that she wanted to anyway, the dreams were an escape from her mundane life and absent parents, an escape from her lonely reality. But who's to say dreams can't become reality?