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reflections for the lost
59. Asp Dreams
The dream is always the same. I lie awake in my bed within the Palace, grey sheets and thick burgundy top blankets pooled around me, having been fitfully kicked around in my half sleep. I feel it first against my legs, a quick, leathery movement. I lie still, not knowing who else shares my bed, though my father's eyes gift me with near perfect night vision. The moon through my window glints on the silver gilt of the bed's corner post.The feeling comes again, this time against my thigh. I try to reach for the Else, but it slips away from me, my fingers curling the thin sheet clutched in my fist in frustration. It isn't exactly leathery, because it has a strange texture I have never felt before.
I think that if I move my hands or breath any deeper whatever has slipped into my bed with me will strike. How I am able to keep my breathing regular, I cannot know. I thank the hours of training spent with the Hidden during the morning and evening between my guard shifts. I flick my eyes to the left, and I see Anoriel just outside of my reach on my laptable, next to red leather binding of my journal. I feel something heavier to the right of me, sliding towards me. I cannot stop myself from looking. Fear does not catch my breath. I turn my head to face an asp, glittering black in the starlight, its yellow eyes meeting mine, round pupil to elliptical slash. I feel it wrap its body around my arm, the exact temperature of my quickly pebbling skin. I cannot move as the yellow eyes come closer to mine, diamond head arching down through the night, closer to me, until i can feel my breath upon it. Strangely dry, almost pebbly skin rubs against my cheek, reminiscent of affection. The round edge of its jaw rests against my cheek and I awaken, bedsheets throw about me, sweating as if I ran within my dreams.
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