3 years 2 days

Memories haunted my dreams. Memories of violence that felt removed. Memories that I could not explain.

There was no Crib in those memories, no nurses.

I saw blood and dead bodies, but all I felt was annoyance. I saw pictures of a person running through a desolate desert, through ruins, using something I knew was called a sword to kill the enemy. It was copper.

I had never encountered anything like it in my life.

Yet I saw copper as something novel, special. Something most tribes did not have. I did not even understand what a tribe was.

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All I knew was glass in the windows of our Crib and wood, stone, rarely porcelain and many kinds of cloth and leather. I knew nurses and children and was faintly aware of the existence called mother that had given birth to us by some miracle.

And yet I knew that I was both. It made my head ache, but after what had happened to Fern I realized that an aching head was not so bad. So I tried to fight through the pain as I lay half awake, to find what this dream was trying to tell me.

Alas, I did not find it.