“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to bed?” I patted him on his head.
“No. I’m adding to the manifesting.”
I snorted gently. “Thanks, honey.”
He lifted his head, facing me. “How are you feeling?”
I shrugged. “You know.”
He nodded, returning his head to my shoulder.
It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, his head moving to my lap. I let him stay there until my eyes grew heavy and I slipped away into the land of nod myself.
Starlight.
Starlight.
Starlight swaddled in darkness.
Starlight in the streets. Unseen. Unseen. Unseen.
“The tides are turning. I can feel it. I can feel the becoming, I smell the flood of death and change. But where is she hiding, the one who piques my interest the most? She speaks to me in my dreams. She whispers of her greatness. Her voice slipped in, carried by the wind. Too late. Too late to act.”
The fae woman’s cackle followed her words.
Great. Dreaming again.
What did she mean? Who was this othershe? A reference to herself in the third person, or someone else?
And what was with the unseen starlight?
Darn it! Even my dreams gave me a headache.
“Wake up now,” Dream Me commanded.
Only, I saw the stars. So many stars, winking and twinkling, hidden away.
Unseen…
Unseen…
Unseen…
What the fuck? Did I see them or not?
“Make it make sense!” I bellowed, every inch of me crawling with annoying little bites to my patience.
The unseen stars that were also seen grew brighter, bigger, filling a night sky with magical light.
“Is that you up there, littlest brother?” I said, my frustration on pause.
Unseen…
Unseen…
Unseen…
Wait. Unseen. As in Preston is unseen, not these stars?
