She woke to no grid, no city, no one. And then she learned that sleep was no longer just sleep. When she closes her eyes, she walks into a meadow that cannot exist-a warm, humming place where a stranger keeps a fire and waits for her.
His name is Adrien. He was a sleep researcher before the pulse, and he knows things about the boundary between dream and waking that no one else survived to know.
Every night, they build a house. Every morning, Harper wakes to a campsite that gets a little colder.
There are rules. No promises made in dreams. No names written down. Never touch the fire.
Then Harper's camp is discovered, and she has to walk eleven days toward coordinates she promised never to trust. Because Adrien is real. He is also already married-to a woman who hasn't woken in years.
