Chapter 28: Healing Wolves

When I was a little girl, I often had recurring dreams. I say recurring because they were ones that I’ve already dreamt about more than ten times and it just kept coming back again and again.

These dreams were so vivid that I always remembered them even after waking up, but the thing that I couldn’t ever pinpoint were the faces that I saw every time I dreamt it.

The first scene would be me lying down and my point of view was something that looked like a crib. I would know because of the wooden railings on the side and the crib mobiles that hung above.

They were specific crib mobiles too. That of nature and the night sky with forest trees, mountains, clouds, stars, and the beautiful moon being the brightest out of them.

I raise my tiny hands and try to reach up for it, but my arms are far too short to do so. Instead, two heads pop up from out of nowhere and they’re looking at me, smiling widely, but I can’t make up their faces.

It’s impossible because there’s a blur around it.