CYRUS
I stood under the shower, relishing the cold water as it hit my over-heated skin. I still hadn’t shaken off the remnants of my dream. I doubted that I could. I still didnt know how to react to seeing the human girl in my dream. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I had dreamt about a woman, not even my mother—who was long dead, by the way. I had never had a dream like that before. So vivid, so distracting and so bloody real I could almost feel her in my hands.
Then I had woken up to darkness and a cold, empty bed. Yeah, I definitely wished I had stayed a while longer in dreamland.
Involuntarily, parts of the dream began to slip into my mind and despite how hard I tried to push them back, they came anyway. And soon, they were swallowing me whole.
Her tiny hands ha
