Chapter Thirteen
As the soft yield of water cleaves obstinate stone, so to yield with life solves the insoluble: To yield, I have learned, is to come back again… – Lao Tzu
Danny slept fitfully, dreaming restlessly of Dave. Dave would walk in and smile at him. “I’m here, Danny, don’t worry,” he’d say, reaching for him. He’d embrace Danny briefly, then turn, his back exposed. The bright colors of the dragon tattoo would flare as the dragon’s wings began to move. The shock of the mythical creature coming to life on Dave’s skin woke Danny each time. The scenario would then repeat, restarting after Danny awoke, opened his eyes, then closed them again in the twilight of half-sleep.
He turned over, waking up for real when his foot landed on the cold wood floor. Danny opened his eyes, finding h
