Theylooked across it and saw someone standing on the other side about ahundred feet away. Miki turned to Brian. "I believe that is a Batiggni.I will g... and speak to her."Brian watched as Miki carefully navigated the bridge. He could hear thecreaking sounds the decayed wood made as Miki advanced.Brian continued to watch as Miki made it to the other side of thebridge. He saw Miki and the native talk. It appeared that they had notrouble understanding each other. Miki had proudly boasted to. My mind playing the dream over and over like a bad re-run. I sat up with a sudden intense hunger I've never felt before that erased the dream in an instant from my head. I rubbed the sleep away not before feeling the heat radiating off my face.Dragging myself to the restroom to rinse the rest of the sleep away, I notice the house seems brighter than normal despite the hour. I reach to remove my contact's thinking maybe I forgot to take them out, and to my surprise they weren't there and I. You won’t even know I’m here, I promise,” she said as she plopped down onto my living room couch and opened her laptop.Staying with me long after climbing the stairs to my office was the image of her on the couch, her long legs sprawling out from her boy shorts in a way that was both ungainly and graceful at the same time.For the next few hours I could hear her animating her chat session with small reactive sounds of glee or mock moans of displeasure. It was a pleasant sound, one I found. "Are you going to be OK, Sis? — I have to go in and make my report, I'll be back just as soon as I can, all right?" I said."My big brother, to the rescue," she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.I got on my bike and drove to the Humboldt Communications Center in beautiful downtown Eureka and filed my report. When I called in the primary details, including my sister being involved, they gave me two days off, with pay, to resolve whatever needed resolving.After getting something to drink on the.