Dreams and Fears

Soft breathing played from the phone’s speaker, her own personal white noise. Eyes closed in the pitch dark, she could almost feel the hot air against the back of her neck. A small snort and breathy murmur emitted and she held back a giggle. He was fast asleep. There was something about the vulnerability. The talking and gradual intermittent yawns. The slurring. The eyelids no longer able to part. But neither person willing to say goodnight and end it. Warmth filled her belly, fireflies illuminating a dark cave. The all-encompassing darkness of the room wrapped around her like a tight embrace. When she opened her eyes, all of her familiar surroundings were gone. She was outside. She didn’t remember how she got there, nor did she remember not being there. The air was heavy and she was shrouded by ancient-looking trees. It was eerily quiet, other than the occasional breeze flowing through and tickling the leaves. The sky was colorless. Not dark, but entirely devoid of clouds, stars, or a...