Dreams Lie Beneath

by Rebecca Ross

I dared to touch his face, a fleeting caress that seemed to enchant him into stone.

There were only shadows and a path that connected him to me, a path that felt treacherous to walk in the sense that it might undo me.

I had forgotten how vital it is to be known for who you are, and not for who you pretend to be. I had forgotten how good it is to be seen, even with flaws and scars.