I brought her hand to my lips with a soft kiss as my body rose and the trees melted away.
“I don’t want the control, Heila. I’ll have everything I need.”
“Subject Six, post-exercise forty-three. Regaining consciousness at 05:47, heart rate within normal range at eighty, blood pressure within normal range at one-fifteen over seventy-five,” the monotonous voice of the doctor greeted me as I opened my eyes.
“PSG readings logged,” Foglam said.
I bore into her with my gaze. She had to help me. Her eyes remained glued to her screen but her typing clattered in an irregular rhythm. Draumen moved his shaky hands to the attached devices. His normal after-dream interrogation was an unwelcomed annoyance.
“How was the forest, Mr. Tesser?”
“It was a forest. It went fine. No problems.”
“So the sma
