The night after the dream was long. I kept turning and turning until my back ached. The voice kept coming back like a sting soft and strange. Nora… I kept hearing it. I don’t understand this dream at all. What did it mean? Is the Moon Goddess playing tricks on me? Or is my head finally breaking from all the loneliness?

I drifted, and the sleep was thin. This time, nature came into the dream, wind through trees, the smell of wet earth. It felt safe for a little while, like a hand I hadn’t ...