“You’re kidding,” Chay muttered to herself, looking down at klavier keys. They were white on black, not black on white like the klavier Chay grew up with, and the notes were slightly out of tune. But it was a klavier.
“Who are you?” She called. Her voice echoed around the empty room.
“The patron of lucid dreamers,” the man answered. “You may call me Amets.”
Chay took a deep breath and leaned back on the rooftop, closing her eyes for a moment. Peace was hard to find in the small apartment that her and her eight relatives lived in, and it was nice not having her younger cousin bugging her, or her mother’s nagging.
It was unlikely anyone could find her up here…
It was crowded today – everyone buying their favorite treats before the world ended in the morning – but it wasn’t like Lanna could put off her compulsiveness until later. It was now or never.
The sun rose over the trees, announcing the start of a new day.
The sun reflected off the snow
It was as bright as it was cold
The wind howled as it brought up snow
A sight prettier than gold
How does something just disappear?
Over the years Chay had been in many different countries during Christmas.
In his bedroom, above his bed, in bright orange letters, was the word “DISCOVER”.
The constant assault of lights and images that only she could see – the auras and things with no names that distracted her, even when she was alone – it all kept her from feeling calm.