Ineffablefandom October Prompt 3- Only in my dreams
In my dreams Raymond, Brave Bow, still lives. He always looks the way he did before the cancer hit: long sure, sinewy arms, quick bright eyes, discerning face. No tiredness, no dead eyes. The skin doesn’t hang.
The dreams aren’t on a regular basis. But, Raymond always knows when to come. When I first got custody of Lian, after the first night at home together, I dreamt of him. We were on a grassy knoll, near some tall trees. It was a clear day and I am sure in the waking life we had never been there before. But, we were doing target practice and that we had done plenty of times. I was grown though and still Brave Bow was taller than me. Bow and arrow in hand, I aimed. He bent down and whispered in my ear. “Your aim has to be sure.” Just as I turned to meet his eye, I woke. But, I knew what he meant.
We always meet at night during bad times, always under a sparkling starred sky, always sitting by a fire, in the middle of the night. I met him there when Tanner took Lian and when Donna died. Raymond would talk to me in low, hushes tones and I would listen as we stayed wrapped in the blankets his mother had made. He came for weeks and I would just let him talk, tell the old tales of the people.
In the waking world, it’s been years since I’ve seen him and I never will again. But, he hasn’t left my side.
The dreams aren’t on a regular basis. But, Raymond always knows when to come. When I first got custody of Lian, after the first night at home together, I dreamt of him. We were on a grassy knoll, near some tall trees. It was a clear day and I am sure in the waking life we had never been there before. But, we were doing target practice and that we had done plenty of times. I was grown though and still Brave Bow was taller than me. Bow and arrow in hand, I aimed. He bent down and whispered in my ear. “Your aim has to be sure.” Just as I turned to meet his eye, I woke. But, I knew what he meant.
We always meet at night during bad times, always under a sparkling starred sky, always sitting by a fire, in the middle of the night. I met him there when Tanner took Lian and when Donna died. Raymond would talk to me in low, hushes tones and I would listen as we stayed wrapped in the blankets his mother had made. He came for weeks and I would just let him talk, tell the old tales of the people.
In the waking world, it’s been years since I’ve seen him and I never will again. But, he hasn’t left my side.