Breathe In, Breathe Out
Their sleep was deep but not restful. “Take the flower. With your breath it holds enough for one life. You must decide who among the sleeping will awake.
A fragrance emanated from the earth beneath them making the air sweet and intoxicating. Its potion was not to slumber, but to surrender. Most would rather sleep through life than live their dreams.
One would respond to Ayden’s breath. To choose wrongly was to waste the healing essence of the Iris. If he could only know what dreams held them to their sleep. Maven, if he knew, would offer no clue. Not once did he flinch or change his expression as Ayden moved toward Kembr- face to face, mouth to mouth, then breath to breath.
Her eyes opened and she spoke as if she had known this moment a thousand times before,” Is this yet another dream?”
Ayden questioned her as if she had said nothing,” What dream held you?”
“Only that I had been awakened.”
Entry 203/ The Perils of Ayden / Erwin McManus
