Mira
I was the first one to wake up. The air felt different, lighter somehow.
I took my first breaths enjoying whatever bliss I was in, registering my own existence as my brain turned on for the day.
I looked over at Dominic. He lay on his back, breath steady, with one arm stretched into the middle of the bed. He was reaching towards me.
I didn’t have to move much to carefully reach out and touch him, putting my hand at his elbow and my forearm on his forearm.
In some sort of archaic, viking, mythical, fantasy world, it was an oath between the two of us.
Dominic’s hand stirred, slightly tickling my inner elbow as his unconscious mind became aware of my presence.
A vision came to me, straight from my dreams, of wolves. The two of us, Dominic and me. We were howling.
The sensa
