S3| 179. Honor the Mountain Spirit

"Philip ...."

Philip turned his head. Barbara apparently still closed her eyes in the next seat. Her brows furrowed, her head moved vaguely.

"Yes, Babe?" Philip leaned closer.

"Please don't go too fast. We'll roll forward," Barbara cooed, making Philip's eyes widen.

"We've stopped, Babe. Our campervan is in the parking area."

Barbara shook her head faintly. Her eyes twitched faster. "Philip, slow down. I'll trip again. Philip ...."

Realizing that Barbara was delirious, Philip snorted a laugh. Gently, he stroked her shoulder. "Baby, you're dreaming. Wake up."

"Philip ... Philip!"

Barbara gasped. Her eyes looked red as she lifted her lids.

"Philip?" She looked around. Her shoulders were still rising and falling to compensate for the short breaths. "We're not rolling down the mountain?"

Philip chuckled. "No, we're in a campervan. What you experienced just now was just a dream."

Blinking, Barbara gathered her senses. "I dreamed? Thank goodness."

She leaned her head back again