The dream catches her by surprise. Images dancing where there is usually darkness.
She runs in her sleep.
In her mind she sees herself with her cousins. Their nut-brown bodies stretched taut like bow strings, tensed calves thick with muscle. They are mixed together with the bullish, broad-shouldered consorts and beardless boys. They are like cattle being herded. The feeling of hot clay beneath her feet turns cold and soon she is alone, standing before her father's dais where there is only dust.
When she wakes the loneliness burns deeper than the cold. The dust is white. It is everywhere, and she is shivering.
She runs in her sleep.
In her mind she sees herself with her cousins. Their nut-brown bodies stretched taut like bow strings, tensed calves thick with muscle. They are mixed together with the bullish, broad-shouldered consorts and beardless boys. They are like cattle being herded. The feeling of hot clay beneath her feet turns cold and soon she is alone, standing before her father's dais where there is only dust.
When she wakes the loneliness burns deeper than the cold. The dust is white. It is everywhere, and she is shivering.
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my father was a king and a son of kings - by Sanri - January 27, 2021, 12:04 AM
RE: my father was a king and a son of kings - by Aditya - January 29, 2021, 12:49 PM
RE: my father was a king and a son of kings - by Sanri - January 29, 2021, 03:35 PM
RE: my father was a king and a son of kings - by Aditya - February 01, 2021, 10:07 AM