"Ash? Aishling, get up lass."
"Mmphh." Ash rolled over sleepily and batted at her father. "Just a few more minutes," she begged.
"Sorry, love. We've got work to do. Come on, up."
Grumbling and cursing under her breath, she forced herself to get out of bed and face the day. Everything just seemed so mundane after the previous night; he father's workshop, the customers coming in and out, even the few friends who stopped by to chat while she worked on a rocking chair someone had ordered.
Strangely it almost felt like this was the dream. The beach, the sea, the creature she'd met all seemed so vividly real in her mind, she found it was nearly impossible to focus on anything else. She was already planning how she could sneak away after her father fell asleep that night.