Her shoulder blade aches. Not with pain—with memory. A phantom weight where wings almost were. She touches the skin there, and for a second, it feels like velvet over bone. Like the dream is not finished with her yet.
She wakes up.
But something is different tonight.
The sound lasts for miles. Birds fall silent in respect. The moon flickers.
But in the dreams, she unfolded.
But the sound of a cello, drawn across the ocean floor, fades so slowly she cannot tell when it stops. end.
The dream always starts the same way: a sound like a cello being drawn across the ocean floor. monster girl dreams diminuendo
She whispers, I’m sorry I take up so much space.