Warily, gently, apprehensively, she peers. 

A sun beam strokes her face. 

She pauses, puzzled by its tenderness. 

Bearings regathered, she persists. 

Steadfast and undeterred. 

Soft melodies begin whispering to her. 

A faint breeze draws her into a sweet embrace. 

She rests atop an emerald blanket. Fresh aromas tickle her nose. 

A realisation strikes. 

This is comfort. 

This is relief. 

She is safe. 

At last.