(“Like A Heavy Dream” by Mia Nutick of Chimera Fancies.)
I trace circles over his stomach with one bitten-down fingernail. “I forget,” I confess. “All of the marvelous things I saw. All of the things I did. Everything… over there. All of the beauty. All of the little miracles.”
“In your dream?”
I shake my head. “Not a dream. I swear. I know it sounds crazy. But I was *there*, I was transported…”
He takes my hand, kisses it gently. “The things you describe are impossible, honey.”
“They are. But I did them anyway.”
“Your sister says it was a serial dream you had as a kid.”
“You talked to my *sister* about this?”
“You said she was there with you. In this… other world.”
“But she doesn’t believe. She doesn’t remember. *She* thinks I’m crazy.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you?” I hate my voice for sounding plaintive.
He strokes my hair. “I think you’re as sane as I am. But it does sound rather more like a dream.”
“Sometimes it feels like that’s all it was. But I know better.”
I rest my head on his stomach, and he strokes my hair until I fall asleep.
I do not dream of home.
