The fire had died down to embers. Angela, half asleep, curled up on a woven mat, didn’t have the energy to fetch another log for it. Cold and tired, she wouldn’t have to wait much longer anyway. She had seen HIM approaching. Dreamed it, really. How many times had she dreamed the dream? The first time had been when her bleeding time had started. It had been her first true dreaming. She had known it was true because each of the women in her family had had the same dream when their menses had begun. It was a gift and a curse.
How wonderful to be accepted just as we are ❤️
A surprising treat for my day. Thanks Dascha
I enjoyed the waiting to rejoin the whole and the reveal of Charlie/Charlene.
I love stories like this.