C7 BATTLE IN MY BRAIN

~ THE FIRE IN THE OTHER room had burned down to an ember. Without a glance my way, Narayan mended the fire; sat down, his legs stretched toward the little blaze, his shin in his hands; waiting. I could not stand still. I walked, restless, around the room, speaking in little jerks and half-sentences.

“You are the Dreamer,” I said, “I—I remember a little. I remember being bound to you