I jolt waking from a terrible dream. I was fighting with dragons, lots of them. One of them was Cal. They were attacking my little white friend. I had to give him a name, so I named him Snow, since that’s what he looks like. It’s kind of girlie, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
I look around quickly, trying to see if he’s near me. Once again, we’re up at the top of a mountain. Snow is wrapped around me. My quick movements disturbing his sleep.
“Are you okay? I had a terrible dream that something bad happened to you,” I tell him.
He nuzzles his face closer to me, pressing his snout into my chest and doing what sounds an awful lot like a purr. I lay my head on his snout, wrapping my arms around his face. I stay like that, just letting my relief at seeing him alive take the fear of the dream a
