The tent of the Bedouin Part 1 The tent of the Bedouin Miel was enjoying her dream, she was even aware of being a part of it, the feelings too strong and wonderful to be part of anything real. Her body had been transported through golden light, with warm air caressing her skin and billowing through her hair. She sensed the ground beneath her as she was carried at great speed over rolling rivers and hills of yellow and fiery orange. miel could not see it, but she had been smiling in her sleep, a tear of joy had seeped from her tightly closed eyes and trickled d… Read more