Telemachus
"Mum! Are you all right?" I burst into her room, torch in hand. I barely woke to hearing her scream out, only to find myself tripping down the hall to her room.
"Nothing—I'm so sorry baby, it's just a nightmare," she says, still breathing heavily, "I felt like I couldn't breathe."
"I'm sorry," I say, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"You're all right?" she asked, putting a hand through her hair.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I was asleep."
"I'm so sorry I woke you," she says, looking around as though expecting to find the ghouls of her dream there with us.
"It's okay, what were you dreaming about?" I ask. She often dreams of my father, I think.
"I don't know, it was dark, and it was like I couldn't breath," she says, frowning, "I'm sorry. Go on back to bed."
"It's okay," I say, standing.
"No, it's fine. It was just a nightmare."
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Of Waves and War
RomanceLiterature's most famous love story, reimagined for modern audiences. Penelope and Odysseus' relationship is the pinnacle of fictional couples. Retold primarily through Penelope's eyes as Odysseus struggles to return home, Of Waves and War offers a...
