He grabs my hand, the first time he's touched me and I fully feel his warmth, not just an empty space. I gasp but stay still, my body warming from his touch.
"There you are." He mumbles, using his other hand to brush a hair from my face. I still couldn't see him, and he couldn't see me. The lighting was the same as always, poorly made and only showing the outline of his features. I wanted to touch his face, make the picture out myself, but I could never move in my dreams.
"Who are you?" I ask, the first time I've ever spoken in any of my dreams.
"She has a voice." The mystery man almost shouts, but his warmth begins to soften.
I open my eyes to a chilled morning, slightly damp from morning dew and the world beautifully lit from the rising sun. I peek out from my tree, surprised I was s
