Dreams Lie Beneath

by Rebecca Ross

One does not realize how powerful a dream is, in the sleeping world as well as the waking one, until it has been stolen from them.

Dreams often revealed one’s greatest vulnerability; dreams were doors that led into hearts and minds and souls and secrets.

And I wondered what sort of things would haunt my sleep, if I ever gave my mind and heart the chance to dream.

You challenged me as if you were a nightmare on a new moon, and I knew then that you were the one that I wanted beside me.”

You challenged me as if you were a nightmare on a new moon. He had no idea.

He was silent, but he continued to hold my hand, pressed against his heart. I could feel the frantic beat, pounding against my palm. A rhythm that made me realize things had started to shift between us. I didn’t hate him as I had before. How could I after this harrowing night had bound us together, in fear and courage and wounds?

“Talk more about what?” he asked. “The fact that you missed me?” I suddenly couldn’t tell if he was humoring me or deadly serious. “I never said that I missed you. I said that it was quiet here.” He took another step closer. “Then let me be the first to confess. I missed you.”

“What are you speaking of?” “I dreamt of you yesterday, Clem.”

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. I wanted you to see me. But I can’t risk it now.

Ten minutes later, I knocked on Mazarine’s door with a headache and a chicken.

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But fathers often underestimate their daughters, don’t they?”

But sometimes things must break before they can be made whole again, so that they can be forged into something stronger.

“The two of you are like iron, sharpening the other,”