*Rhys*

“And if I could please just have seven million from the crown, the retaining wall…” the private engineer droned on in his recorded video petition on my three-screen monitor setup.

I tried not to fall asleep while the lulling voice of the engineer talked about water runoff. More dreams, more intense than before and still plagued by fire-breathing monsters, kept me awake at night and jolted me awake from naps during the day.

It was becoming harder and ...