Sequoia Coast passionfruit

the wolf dream beat in his mind.

slowly he became aware of warmth and contact. slowly he realized that someone leaned over him, a woman. familiar.

this time his single eye tried to grasp for her, to focus until the contours of her alabaster face and coingold eyes came into view, sharpening.

he knew her face. he did not even know his own name.

he remembered it, yes, what he had been called. but it seemed so insignificant now.

he worked torn lips, licking the dryness until the croak could be uttered: "am i dead?"