Dreamland

Sometimes she wished he would speak more, but he was a child who generally kept his thoughts to himself, as though his deepest desire was to move through the world quietly, attracting as little notice as possible. Her heart continued to race, her breaths rapid, and even as the dream began to fade, she knew she wasn’t herself. She blinked, making sure that her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her, her heart suddenly slamming in her chest when she understood that what she was seeing was real. When fear finally took root, the blue fog began to clear, though it revealed no answers, only more questions.