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.