I have this dream sometimes; I dream that she's standing in her pajamas - boxers and a sleeveless T-shirt - in a dark dark place. A muted yellowish light her only companion. In my dream I see her with a sharp silver sword in her hand, hanging useless by her side. I see her staring at something in the darkness, something much larger than she is. In my dream I know that she has chosen not to fight, that she has chosen to live with this . . . this monster.
In my dream she is a picture of calm, she is not afraid or worried. Her shoulders are relaxed and it even seems as if the sword is weightless.
In my dream I see time pass, it's almost like watching the sun move across the sky like watching the tide move out, you don't look and its gone down by a foot. I feel it more than see it.
In my dream I see time pass and I see the sword start to become dull, to rust, it's once sharp silver color become a bored red. And throughout all this she never moves. Never makes twitches a finger, never makes a move or shifts her weight. Except when the beast growls, or moans, or groans. Then she winces, not just with her face, but with her whole body, and I can see the pain the beast causes her.
In my dream I wonder why she didn't slay the beast when she had a chance. When the sword was sharp and shiny and new.
In my dream I wonder why she isn't afraid of the beast that obviously causes her so much pain.
In my dream I have a new shiny silver sword to give her. In my dream I wait for her to see me so I can give her the sword. In my dream she fades away, and then I wake up and find her in my arms.
