It was still the same day. Dragon Father had disappeared early into his waking world. Mary and Dragon Little had begun to talk about dreams. Mary shared her dreams and nightmares and Dragon Little shared her belief that she did not dream or have nightmares.
Mary had tucked Dragon Little in again, and 2-year-old Dragon Little was lying down, facing the wall and the window.
Mary closed the curtain. “Good night, lass,” she said and my sharp dragon ears heard her walking towards the cabin door.
“Does Dad dream, Mary?”
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