- Felicity soaked in the bath until the water began to cool. Her mind kept wandering back to what Brent had said about her being relaxed to have visions. She’d never thought to write down what she was doing when the visions hit. Maybe she should start doing that. The last few she could recall fairly easily, but there had been far too many in the past to remember what she had been doing at the time. Drying off slowly she stopped and cocked her head in thought. In her kitchen recently she’d been humming to herself and had been in such a good mood having had a good nap that afternoon. So she was … relaxed. Hmm.
- Pulling on her robe she grabbed her brush and untwisted her hair. When was the next one? Pulling the brush through her long hair, she hummed to herself as she thought. They’d been going to go find the location at the lake. She remembered feeling excited; finally, someone was going to do something. Getting up she put the brush away. So she’d been happy? Smirked she shook her head, close enough to happy.
- Pursing her lips, she frowned. Where was the next one? Oh yes, after she had cried herself into exhaustion in Brent’s arms. There it was again; she’d been completely relaxed in an exhausted sleep… How had Brent figured this out when she’d been trying to her entire life? She smirked at herself in the mirror, there is a reason he’s a detective you silly twit. He was good at it. A blush climbed up her cheeks when she remembered his kisses. Oh, he was good at more things than his job.