That night as I lay exhausted and wounded in my tiny bed, I dreamed. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had one that wasn’t a nightmare and found myself coming up short when trying to go farther back into my history.
In my dream, I sat on the grass with a small fire burning in the pit front of me and crickets chirping all around me. It was black as night and the stars were out shining with a thousand tiny points of light above me. To my side was propped a single tent made of thick canvas. It wasn’t much, but enough for just myself to curl in the center of several thick blankets.
It was so unbelievably unusual, in fact, I waited for a while, looking at my wooded surroundings and expecting something horrible to ruin such a pleasant mood. When I found nothing to disturb it, slowly I began to relax and leaned my back against the log behind me. It was a wonderful change of pace from the chaos I was used to experiencing both i