Escape

For the first time in what felt like years, the dragon appeared in my dream that night.  As we stood facing each other in the meadow I thought he seemed sympathetic, but resolute.  “You were right,” I told him.  “I don’t love them.”

“I’m sorry,” he said.  “I hope you don’t feel responsible.”

“The worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves,” I replied.  “But, please—do you know who he is?”

“Of course.  So do you.”

My shoulders slumped.  “I knew you wouldn’t tell me.  I’m just so tired.”

“Then wake up,” the dragon said.  “You’ve been asleep long enough.”

I opened my eyes.  When I glanced over at Rick, he was sleeping soundly next to me.  It was almost morning.

--From my novel The Abduction Myth, available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KI6XNJU#nav-subnav