Two Fawns and a Doe

Creed

The memories that infiltrate my dreams, the memories that make sure I am reminded that I was alone in this land, did not haunt me the night before. The echoing of the of loneliness did not startle my dragon, nor did wake him to find the fury of red bleeding from his eyes. This time, our eyes only opened slowly and felt the one person who had changed my loneliness, my well-being.

Her now favorite spot was right on top of my chest. Her whole body used mine as its own nest, her torso curled up around mine and her hand tickling the back of my neck. Fingers gently stroked the bits of loose hair while she slept. Not one bit was uncomfortable, it soothed me until it would lull me back into my own sleep. It’s like she knows when I awake in the night, disturbed by one thing or another. This goes on for the entire night. If she stirs, my dragon vibrates, whispering to her body to take rest. An endless cycle that we have grown accustomed to in o