Blade
by Catherine Bader
She climbs out the second story window of her home, grabbing hold, moving all the way to the ground. Bare feet touch the cold dewy lawn. She holds a glimmering knife in the moonlight.
Her dreams say that she is in danger.
She crouches low and waits. A manhole cover in the street moves. A pair of red eyes looks her way. The knife begins to glow.
She wakes and remembers dreaming about dreams.
And the glowing knife and the safety it brings.
