The night after the dream was long. I kept turning and turning until my back ached. The voice kept coming back like a sting soft and strange. Nora… I kept hearing it. I don’t understand this dream at all. What did it mean? Is the Moon Goddess playing tricks on me? Or is my head finally breaking from all the loneliness?
I drifted, and the sleep was thin. This time, nature came into the dream, wind through trees, the smell of wet earth. It felt safe for a little while, like a hand I hadn’t known I wanted. But peace never lasted. I woke with the beeping machine and sunlight in my face, my heart hammering like I had run a long way.
The nurse was there with her same glowing smile. She must keep a sun in her pocket because she always comes in like a bright thing. “Good afternoon, Nora. How are
