by ZB Burroughs
“I don’t know about that Ni. Some of your kind that I’ve talked to say that they dream. I doubt the dead dream.” He brushed her hair back behind her ear, then put his hand on her shoulder and gave her a little push towards the pillows. “As long as you don’t mind sharing, I don’t.”
Still a little hesitant, Ni nodded and stretched out beneath the covers, letting her head rest on the pillow. She lay as close to the wall as she could, knowing that once she gave in to the sun’s lullaby, she wouldn’t move until the waning of its power woke her. Jon watched her for a moment, and then moved back over to the table, his scarred and freckled back to her.
Ni could not recall if she had ever dreamed before, even when she had been alive. It was so long ago, there was little she could remember from that time at all. This time, she decided, she would try to remember when she woke if she had dreamed.
