I dreamed of Orion. It was the older Orion from my vision at the lake. We walked hand in hand along the beach. The waves lapped gently around our bare feet. I cold breeze ran through my hair scattering my curls wildly down my back.
“Storm is brewing,” Orion said quietly.
I was unbothered as we strolled along.
“We won’t be able to avoid it,” he whispered. “You’re going to have to ride it out.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I insisted.
“Will you promise me something?” he asked suddenly.
“Ok?” I said uncertainly.
“Just, don’t give up,” he said, grabbing hold of both my hands, he laid them on my abdomen, “this is bigger than you.”
I knitted my brow in confusion; my body was heavy. The wind picked up around us. I blinked and I was alone on the beach. The storm was here.
I woke in total dark
