*Caterina*

When my eyes opened after my long dream, I could barely see through the tears. And I knew instinctively that I’d had that same dream again, one that I had dreamed of every so often since I was a child.

It was a dream that was like a candle, a brightness so easily snuffed away, so easy to fade but one that continued to flicker. I could never remember what it was exactly, but I had it often enough that I could never forget the feeling I had when I ...