| The night was dark and damp. She didn�t quite know what to make of the yellow light at the end of the path. Sage tried to walk towards it, but something kept her still. Out of nowhere came a giant Belgian draft horse, and upon it a handsome man. The mysterious man drew his sword and swung at her. The moment before the blade struck her, she awoke. She was covered in a cold sweat, and was breathing heavily. Sage had been having this dream for the past week, and every time, she woke at the same moment. She didn�t know why she was having it and didn�t know what it meant. All she knew was, it appeared, that the mysterious man did not want to do what he was about to do. She got out of bed, slipped on her fuzzy slippers and went down stairs. It was still night, and she had many hours before she had to be up. Sage made a cup of hot tea and drank it slowly. All she could think about was the dream. |