The sun was barely up when they’d finished breakfast, and had only just crested the eastern horizon when they walked into the lower field. They were used to sleeping in on weekends, so they felt strange being up and out with the rising sun. Sleeping in would have been impossible that morning after the nightmares that had plagued them that night.
They had awakened at the same time, both bolting upright. Before the feeble glow of dawn’s approaching light could burn the full horror of their dreams away, they faced each other, and Penny spoke a single word.
Birdman.
The dream itself faded quickly, until all she could remember of it was feathery darkness and the slamming of a door.
When asked, Zoe said she couldn’t remember anything from hers.
They walked quietly for a while, wallowing in
