Marcus fell asleep thinking of his mother singing on a stage. He had been stunned by her confession—and saddened. He thought of song birds flying and flying off and away from this place. One of the small birds suddenly broke from the formation and sailed his way. As it came closer and closer, it shifted its shape and became the wonderful dragon he’d met earlier in his story.
Marcus was suddenly not in his bed but standing in a moon-lit meadow watching Samika approach from far, far away. He waited, feeling excited and no longer so alone. His feet were tapping the earth in a little dance that grew from somewhere in his body. It was cool but he felt like his body was humming with warmth.
When Samika grew closer, he saw that there was another person on his back—a different rider. The dragon landed in the clearing, and a young girl jumped off his back and came running toward Marcus. It’s her, he thought. The girl in the glen. Marcus felt suddenly shy to actually be seeing the girl he had penned so many stories about. He wondered if he had created her from the stories, or if he had simply plucked the story out of the sky like he had the dragon.
Marcus looked at Samika and thought the dragon was smiling. Do dragons smile? And then Samika was gone, evaporated into the trees surrounding the meadow, and the girl was standing in front of him.
“Hi,” she said shyly.
Marcus didn’t know what to say. “Hi, yourself.”
A moment to reflect
Have you ever met someone — in a dream, a story, or a quiet knowing — who felt familiar before you knew why?
Have you ever met someone — in a dream, a story, or a quiet knowing — who felt familiar before you knew why?
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