I know what I experienced in that world wasn't a dream. It couldn't have been. I could still feel the phantom ache of the labor pains, the weight of the triplets on my lap, and the striped tiger tail of little Nadir, the love I experienced…
But the human world didn't care about my feelings and just diagnosed me as being unstable after waking up from a two year coma.
They said it was a dream. A long dream that my body had processed in the time my consciousness was dormant, living in a world similar to the fantasies I had before the accident, but they know nothing.
They don't know the joy I felt. The happiness spread through my chest whenever I held my babies, whenever Fenric or Damar held me in his arms, whenever they whispered their love to me… they didn't know that the world was real.
Was it?
