*Caterina*
When my eyes opened after my long dream, I could barely see through the tears. And I knew instinctively that I’d had that same dream again, one that I had dreamed of every so often since I was a child.
It was a dream that was like a candle, a brightness so easily snuffed away, so easy to fade but one that continued to flicker. I could never remember what it was exactly, but I had it often enough that I could never forget the feeling I had when I woke up.
It was a happy dream, I thought, or maybe a sorrowful one. Maybe it was both.
But as I sat up in bed, my legs tangled in the sheets, I brushed the tears from my face, that candle still burning from my dream, giving me a single flame of hope. For what, or why, I was never sure.
But I knew that dream meant only good things.
