At first, the dreams were good.
Mona already knew she could control the scene, so she channeled her consciousness into adding new characters, which she then removed just as fast. She manipulated the landscape, trading city for city, for country for city again. Day for night and night for day. She made weeks pass. Snow fell and then melted into slush as winter became spring and then became summer. She lived an entire lifetime like this, before she turned her back on her creation to walk towards the city at the heart of herself.
When Gabriel showed up, she pulled the gun on him. She lined it up against his ribcage like he’d done against her, and she made him walk. She made him say “yes” over and over. Then she shot and struck him in the chest. The wound bloomed outwards like a flower. He f
