Sherri had been curled up on her futon (still in its daytime couch form, though she'd been trying to convince herself to get up and turn it into a bed) with a book, and though the most likely explanation for suddenly finding herself bookless on a dirt floor covered by some sort of plant strewn about was that she'd fallen asleep, she'd never dreamed a scent quite so strongly before.
Fortunately, she'd still been in her jeans, t-shirt, and socks, only her shoes kicked off after her day of job hunting. Even without shoes, it felt like more protection than her pajamas would have. She stood, turning to look at her surroundings. Okay, she was good at visualizing things, but usually only a scene she'd been reading, and this definitely hadn't been in her book. "What the heck?"