Chapter 34
Thirty-Four
I’m wrapped up in what feels like sunshine. Warmth without the burning when I have not felt it in so long. I snuggle closer and this sunshine smells like crackling embers and cedar. The contrast should jar my brain but I don’t care because I don’t want to leave this.
Feathers begin tracing along my arm and the light touch plays into the future I’m dreaming of. A beautiful and yet simple house with a wraparound porch and sun room. Because in this dream of my future I’m able to touch the sunlight again.
In this dream of my future I’m able to have children. I dance in flowy dresses where my arms and legs are exposed and I’m able to hug my family. In this dream of my future there is no pain and I can freely love and we are at peace.
What’s wrong, my love?
That feather brushes my cheek and I can see it all so clearly. The sun shining go brightly above and the field before us is full of flowers that are not poisonous.
It’s not real.
What is?
This. I don’t get this. A home. A family. Peace. I don’t get a one day or a softer ending. And it’s not fair.
It’s not fair.
But it’s never been fair.
Mavyn.
No, I whimper. I don’t want to wake up.
Mavyn.
Mavyn.
Mavyllora.
None of it was real.
This is all just a dream.