I forgot to tell you something.
The strangest thing happened in my dream last night that I was sure was real and it might very well be.
I puffed my cheeks out full and held my breath. I squeezed my eyes closed and forced my hands into tight fists and I concentrated. I concentrated so hard I think I broke something in my soul.
And then in a blinding flash of white nuclear light and total silence and the absence of all earthly forms, something extraordinary happened.
A tiny white feather popped out of the skin on my right shoulder.
It hurt like hell but it was there. Because this morning when I woke up Jacob's hand was there. And he was stroking it and praying softly, wide awake for no reason at all.
