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.

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