- Vol. 04
- Chapter 05
In the depths of dreams her hand still calms the fever, cools the heat, pulls up the blanket, straightens the sheet and reaches through the early morning light to slay the dragons of the night. The soft, smooth hand that once dried tears, soothed scrapes and wounds is melted memory, shadow- bound to the other side of life’s window, where palms and fingertips form a mirror image on the icy glass through which they seldom pass.