Caelum
I came back to myself at sunset and lay still for a moment, letting the room solidify around me. I could hear the women talking quietly between themselves. I could smell the food on the table, cold now, the bread gone stale. The room was so dark that they had lit candles. The last red glow of a fiery sunset burned behind the wooden shutters. I looked at Kaida, sitting in a chair with her legs folded beneath her, eating grapes and watching me with a new, keen knowing.
She had been in my dream.
Not drifting, not wandering — but deliberately, with intention. I had taught her that. I had not anticipated she would use it on me the moment I was vulnerable. That was a miscalculation on my part.
She had done more than meet me in my galleries. She had pushed me into a place my psyche had
