Fifteen
I wake from my dream. But no, I'm still dreaming. I'm floating through the air, flying towards our cottage. I'm not doing anything, but something is pulling me there, so I just let them do it, drifting along.
I try to remember what happened. The fire, the women. Pain, then nothing. There's a gap in my memory, I can feel it like a canyon in my mind, but I don't know how to fill it. I focus on the present instead.
Since when can I fly? Have I turned into some kind of bird shifter, if they even exist? I look down at my body. Which isn't there.
I gasp. I'm invisible. What the heck?
I touch my arms, my belly, my legs. It's all still there, it's just not showing. Okay, this is most definitely a dream. Things like this don't happen in reality. And all the stuff in the cave was probab
