Rhea
Now, there is no doubt that I'm the woman in the mirror.
The women bowing down at my feet now raise their heads and suddenly begin to chant, “All hail the savior of all the realms.”
These are the last words I hear before drifting back into unconsciousness, the waves that have tossed and turned me about now pulling me back into the darkness.
The passage of time in all this has been unknown to me. All I've been aware of is how my consciousness flows away and comes back to me, bringing me to life.
It happens again, and my eyes open to the familiar colours of the home I've lived in over the past few months. The first thought that comes to my mind is to ask for my son. I’d pushed until he came out into the world, seen his red face squalling, and heard the cry that was his welcome to
