in her life. Her soul was beginning to feel like it was finally finding some peace.
Inside her room Asha got ready for bed. She slipped on a pair of red satin pajamas, and climbed into the twin bed that lied beneath the window. She pulled back the sheer curtains to let in some of the moonlight, put her head on the pillow, and drifted off to sleep. In her dream, she traveled to a land that existed under a canopy of trees. She saw large expanses of coastal desert, surrounded by a variety of giant trees and boulders. A herd of alpacas grazed off in the distance, and the sound of birds whistling could be heard overhead. Asha followed the sound of the birds and eventually rested on a large boulder that overlooked the valley below. She saw a man standing near the herd, and noticed that he was dressed in a brightly colored robe. He carried a large staff, and sounded like he was speaking Spanish.
Asha climbed down from her perch on the boulder, and descended toward the man. As if she were being called to him, she moved closer, until she could see the back of his head. His hair was dark and thick, and his shoulders were square and firm. He stood in silence, and turned around slowly to face Asha. He said nothing, but handed her a ceramic bowl. “Sip,” he said, and nodded his head. Asha sipped from the bowl, not questioning what it could be, and then handed it back to the man. He breathed deeply through his nostrils, and then returned his gaze to the alpacas.
Asha began to feel slightly woozy, and reached for the man’s arm to steady her. He remained motionless, but allowed her to maintain her balance by leaning in on him. Then she slowly sat down on the earth, pulled her knees up to her chest, and watched the alpacas. Their bodies looked as if they were gently expanding in rippling waves of fur, and then they seemed to blend into the mountainous landscape. The sound of the birds grew louder, and Asha closed her eyes until bright circular rings appeared before her mind’s eye. The circles shifted into diamonds, then morphed into large, silken butterflies.
Asha remained still as the visions continued to replicate in her mind. She breathed deeply and felt a hand on her shoulder. “Let me take you to the water,” the voice said, and Asha realized it was the man in the brightly colored clothes. She took his hand without saying a word, and he pulled her up off the ground. Asha felt like this man was her protector, like she knew him from somewhere, even though she had never laid eyes on him before. She held his dark, rough hand, and they walked together along the path leading to the bubbling stream at the end of the path.
The sun was beaming and Asha squinted, steadying herself by the edge of the pebble-covered water bank. A large, multi-colored butterfly landed on her arm, and she admired its iridescent design. It sat for another moment, then spread its wings and flitted across the stream. Asha looked at the man, still holding his hand, and he nodded his head. “The butterflies see your soul,” he said, staring into the distance. Just then, Asha saw a man come out of the forest. He was dark-skinned and tall, and wore a purple woolen poncho. He knelt into the water, and splashed some water on his weathered cheeks.
“You must be special,” the man holding Asha’s hand said. “The butterflies only come out when the shifters are near.” With that, he waved at the man in the water. Asha was mesmerized by the man who stood before her. After he had rinsed his face, he removed his purple poncho, and reached for Ashas’s hand. As soon as Asha touched him, a wind blew from the west, and she rustled in her sheets. As if she were in a cocoon of a dream, it was almost impossible for her to move her eyes, but slowly, she woke from her sleep.
Asha was sure she had just had a dream, but couldn’t shake how connected to reality it felt. Perhaps she had
Inside her room Asha got ready for bed. She slipped on a pair of red satin pajamas, and climbed into the twin bed that lied beneath the window. She pulled back the sheer curtains to let in some of the moonlight, put her head on the pillow, and drifted off to sleep. In her dream, she traveled to a land that existed under a canopy of trees. She saw large expanses of coastal desert, surrounded by a variety of giant trees and boulders. A herd of alpacas grazed off in the distance, and the sound of birds whistling could be heard overhead. Asha followed the sound of the birds and eventually rested on a large boulder that overlooked the valley below. She saw a man standing near the herd, and noticed that he was dressed in a brightly colored robe. He carried a large staff, and sounded like he was speaking Spanish.
Asha climbed down from her perch on the boulder, and descended toward the man. As if she were being called to him, she moved closer, until she could see the back of his head. His hair was dark and thick, and his shoulders were square and firm. He stood in silence, and turned around slowly to face Asha. He said nothing, but handed her a ceramic bowl. “Sip,” he said, and nodded his head. Asha sipped from the bowl, not questioning what it could be, and then handed it back to the man. He breathed deeply through his nostrils, and then returned his gaze to the alpacas.
Asha began to feel slightly woozy, and reached for the man’s arm to steady her. He remained motionless, but allowed her to maintain her balance by leaning in on him. Then she slowly sat down on the earth, pulled her knees up to her chest, and watched the alpacas. Their bodies looked as if they were gently expanding in rippling waves of fur, and then they seemed to blend into the mountainous landscape. The sound of the birds grew louder, and Asha closed her eyes until bright circular rings appeared before her mind’s eye. The circles shifted into diamonds, then morphed into large, silken butterflies.
Asha remained still as the visions continued to replicate in her mind. She breathed deeply and felt a hand on her shoulder. “Let me take you to the water,” the voice said, and Asha realized it was the man in the brightly colored clothes. She took his hand without saying a word, and he pulled her up off the ground. Asha felt like this man was her protector, like she knew him from somewhere, even though she had never laid eyes on him before. She held his dark, rough hand, and they walked together along the path leading to the bubbling stream at the end of the path.
The sun was beaming and Asha squinted, steadying herself by the edge of the pebble-covered water bank. A large, multi-colored butterfly landed on her arm, and she admired its iridescent design. It sat for another moment, then spread its wings and flitted across the stream. Asha looked at the man, still holding his hand, and he nodded his head. “The butterflies see your soul,” he said, staring into the distance. Just then, Asha saw a man come out of the forest. He was dark-skinned and tall, and wore a purple woolen poncho. He knelt into the water, and splashed some water on his weathered cheeks.
“You must be special,” the man holding Asha’s hand said. “The butterflies only come out when the shifters are near.” With that, he waved at the man in the water. Asha was mesmerized by the man who stood before her. After he had rinsed his face, he removed his purple poncho, and reached for Ashas’s hand. As soon as Asha touched him, a wind blew from the west, and she rustled in her sheets. As if she were in a cocoon of a dream, it was almost impossible for her to move her eyes, but slowly, she woke from her sleep.
Asha was sure she had just had a dream, but couldn’t shake how connected to reality it felt. Perhaps she had
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