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A recurring dream
Katerina PlotnikovaIt was always the same, and yet different.
Xara felt no threat, just a sense of waiting, but each time the dream came to her, it seemed to be toying with her subconsciousness, teasing her to the threshold of another chapter, only for her to awaken baffled as she tried to fathom out what it all meant.
Her head hurt and she was growing increasingly tired, having only had the dream periodically before, but now it was presenting itself every night, each time a little longer, giving her an extra glimpse of………….. what exactly?
The fragrance from the lavender bush outside her window calmed her, subtly clearing her head without diminishing the latest images of her dream.
Drifting into the cocoon of sleep, she heard a rustling in the leaves and turned to see who was approaching.
She was suddenly awake again, yet had only been asleep for a few minutes.
She reached for the painkillers alongside her, and downed two with some water.
‘I must sleep tonight,’ she thought. ‘I can’t go on like this.’
Maybe tonight she would find an answer.
The wood was quiet, as it always was.
She was comfortable and unafraid, as she always was.
The root of the dead tree that enveloped her provided protection from the wind, as it always did.
She could still smell the lavender and relaxed, as she always did.
The leaves rustled, as they had previously.
And He was there.
Taking her hand, he pulled her to her feet.
Smiling, he kissed her cheek. It was cold.
‘I’m Xan. I’ve been waiting for you and it’s time to come to me now.’