"I wish you quite sleep,
Dreams of meadows,
Deep in flowers and grass,
Of oceans calm and flecked with silver,
Of islands hushed by gentle waves,
Of countries of your own invention,
Of easy talk with friends,
Of roads leading to a reunion,
Of sorrow comforted,
Of hope restored."
He sat up surprised. Looking around him wildly he couldn't place where he was at first. Then he remembered. He was in the Apartment luckily it was a cheap little thing. If it wasn't he wouldn't be able to pay. He shuddered to think what would happen if he got thrown out. He'd certainly be fired. It was hard enough keeping clean now living in this little hole.
Scratching his head Sage wondered what had prompted the dream. He hadn't had it in ages; it had only started after the fight… Sage shock his head determined not to think about it. His mother had sung the poem to him when he was young, before the fight. Tears stung his sight for a moment.
Fool! He thought, you tell yourself not to think about it and what do you do? You think about it! Sheez! Sage licked his lips and glanced at the alarm clock. 10 to 9. His shift for work started at 1:30. He didn't really have anything else to do. Eagle never minded a little extra help.
He thought back to the good old days, as he called them. Back when he was little, before his mother left… The guys had never asked about his hair and eyes although they must have thought it weird. Sage smiled softly remembering his real mother. Not his adopted one. He loved his adopted mother but she'd never replaced his biological mother.
His alarm clock went off startling him. 9:00 it flashed at him.
Let's have some breakfast then go to work. Sigh the joys of adult life…