HERA
I most definitely had not started my day intending to end it hiding under the desk of the dragon king like some pesky palace rodent.
But then the earlier parts of the day had not gone according to plan either so this is no big surprise.
The morning itself had deceptively started just like the one before it.
For the second time since my introduction to the inhabitants of the dragon’s castle, I had awakened with my head on a soft feather pillow, sandwiched comfortably between soft silk sheets and a warm blanket.
And just like the night before, I had found myself imagining that I was ten again.
But I knew from the previous day that it would not do to begin the day by wallowing.
So I had pushed down my yearnings and fantasies of home.
I had not even needed to glance at the other
