I am not well, I
tell the dragon
Yes, he answers, I
know
But last night I
heard you
I heard you nearly
speak the riddle
out loud
You stopped
yourself
Why?
You are mistaken, I
answer
I do not know the
riddle
I am tired, and I
am not well
I cannot be alone
I am scared and
exhausted with the effort
of being awake
I dream of snow
of running in it
of hearing the
crunch of my footsteps
on the ice
I dream of diving
into the water
so deep
and not needing air
I wish I had never
seen it
never heard of it
never known it
I wish I could only
remember it
as I ran in the
snow
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