The next morning, Amy awoke and looked down at the sleeping bag to see it stirring. Pulling it out to the middle of the room, she unzipped it in time to see the cocoon’s top open and Lina’s head pushing out.
“C’mon, push, Lina; you got it.” Amy encouraged.
Lina looked at Amy and asked “Um, a little help here?”
“Are you sure that’s wise?” Amy asked. “Remember that story about the guy who tried to help the butterfly out of the cocoon by cutting it open?”
“Hmm, good point; dead, fat butterfly with shriveled wings. Not how I want to go.”
Lina continued struggling out of the hair, and when she finally got out, her own wings spread out behind her.
“They’re beautiful.” Amy gasped before bringing out her own wings.
Lina looked at herself in the mirror. “Just as beautiful as yours.” Lina said. “Still, what a strange dream.”
“Oh, yeah; I had a strange dream in my cocoon, too.” Amy said. “I was looking up at the sky, there was a tug at my back, and then I was flying. Then I saw you spraying your hair with the magic hairspray.”
“That’s pretty much how mine went, too. Except, at the end, I saw you, and you were…