Special Dreams

Gornan woke up, as always, next to his wife. Before Treni, they'd both been clay workers. With the goddess in power as their new ruler, he had nothing but complete freedom, and the entirety of his time, which he had to figure out how to use and fill. Since he'd been one of the original people that went out at night and threatened other folks to worship Treni when the king fell, he and the rest of his family had been spared from any kind of labor from now on.

So he woke up, saw his wife still asleep next to him, and wished, for whichever time it was now, that she'd dedicate herself to pleasing him. But no. He had to cook for himself, get dressed himself, and was left to his own devices for anything and everything else.

"I risked my life that night," Gornan found himself thinking too often. "All to elevate our status, to have a better life. A little attention...no, a little devotion is nothing to ask."