Thwarted Dreams

Milan’s dream this time was vague and sweet. He dreamed of a certain man who would take him dancing in their kitchen. The house was big and different from the house he lived in with his Mama. Was this his dream house? Was this his dream man? Hehe, even Milan didn’t know.

When he opened his eyes, he saw how the morning sun had shone through the curtain of roots. He lifted his head and found himself lying on the ground. The soft bed in his dream had quickly turned into a hard rocky surface.

“Milan?” Corey called out, seemingly figuring that Milan should be awake by now. When Milan turned in her direction, she was stretching her back.

“Sorry, I should have been the one keeping watch.” The young man rubbed his eyes gently before stretching his body. He then sat up and noticed Florence curling up a few steps away from him. He reached out to caress her head before remembering that his satellite phone should be in his hands. “Did you see my old phone, Corey?”