She whirled to face me, her hair and dress unaffected by the movement, lending an unnatural aura. I’d never noticed that glitch in any of my other dream creations.
“Listen, mister. I’m not just in your mind, and I’m not no premonition neither. I’m just visiting. I thought you were interesting, that’s all. I’ll leave if I’m not wanted.”
The falls grew to a crescendo in the ensuing silence. She appeared so pained and realistic with her confrontation, but this was my mind. I had to be conjuring this woman, her softness akin to a thorny rose with a face drenched in as much strength as cynicism. But why?
“You got a name?” I asked, as she turned to face my artificial Niagara Falls.
From out of nowhere, an unlit cigarette materialized in her right hand.
“I’m Heila.”
She took a drag of the s
