Madalene Ross's complacent life is about to be turned upsde down. Never one to make waves, she's content to coast along, live in her head, guard her heart, and pay no mind to national or world events. But lately weird events have been happening. On the way to her downtown office building she's hounded by a homeless woman who asks, "Got a match?" At night bizarre dreams haunt her sleep. Women fly through rooftops, chant in ancient temples, paint tongues of fire on vivid white canvases. Was it something she ate? The stress of rumored downsizing and impending layoffs? Or a message trying to rouse her benumbed spirit? Will Madalene pull the cover over her eyes and fall back to sleep? Or wake up and smell the triple venti latte?