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.

The fear reminds you of limits, of what lines you should not cross. Of the doors you shouldn’t open.”

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?

“Enchanted,” Olivette whispered in awe. “Cursed,” Nura added.