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Noelle could feel her heart racing in her chest, which felt very strange to her. But then, at the moment everything felt strange.

She looked at Bret with a sense of uncertainty that she strove to hide, unsure about what she should say or do next.

He stood there staring at her in disbelief.

She couldn’t blame him. She hadn’t known exactly how to appear and it was now obvious that she hadn’t quite worked out the finer points of her new role in the Bishop family’s life.

Noelle had waited until they all went upstairs before she privately assumed human form. She was glad she’d waited. Finding herself inside a body adapted specifically for earth and gravity was quite a shock!

She had taken a couple of breaths, then released them and smiled. Air…she was taking in oxygen. Other sensations had captured her attention in a confusing array…sounds…and scents…and sights.

She had closed her eyes and waited for a sense of equilibrium. She’d thought she understood how human beings functioned, but she was rapidly adjusting all her perceptions now that her reality had changed so radically. She felt heavy—and more than a little sluggish—now that she had weight and substance.

She had stood before the twinkling Christmas tree and studied the small doll at the top. She could scarcely believe she used to exist in that tiny body. In comparison, she now felt like a giant…awkward and a little unsure of how to navigate her new body in a physical world.

Another unexpected gift was her heightened awareness. She’d always thought she understood human senses…until now. Everything was so much…so much more than she had expected. She’d inhaled, taking in the intoxicating smell of fresh pine and scented candles. She could even smell a whiff of freshly baked breads and cookies from earlier in the day.

Not only her sense of smell had intensified. Lights and colors glittered and sparkled as though with a special life. She’d tilted her head with delight and listened to the ticking of the clock on the mantel and the gentle creaks of the house.