He only had one.
He woke in a panic, because he knew he only remembered one dream. It had been pleasant, but it wasn't enough. How could he give both of Sarah's parents a dream if he only had one to give? He couldn't give up his freedom dream. He wouldn't. He needed another dream. Did he have time to fall back asleep and try to have another one? Would it be morning by then? He had no way of telling the time. Could he risk it? What about giving an older one—contentment or talking? Would that work? Could he give two different dreams in one night? What if they wanted the same dream? What kind of dream did they want?
Or was there a way to give both of them the dream? If he focused on transferring it to each of them at the same time, would they both receive it?
He had to try.
He silently walked down to their floor and to where they were sleeping in the other room. He tried to reach both of their temples from the side, but he couldn't stretch his arm far enough to reach Sarah's father. He tried from the foot of the bed, but that didn't work either. Taking a deep breath, he carefully climbed in between them, up to their knees.
Now he could reach them both. He closed his eyes. He could do this.
The warm feeling that came with the transfer of dreams was almost unnoticeable. He hoped that meant the dream still worked, that it had gone to both people.
He hated these waiting games.
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FantasyCordonalae is a Draugma, a race of creatures who exist to give humans the dreams they are incapable of forming. In his world, his kind are imprisoned slaves, working endlessly so their dreams may be sold to the highest bidder Outside. Cor has never...
