Daily story, December 2, 2024

In the dream I step out on to the ice and hear it creak. I don’t know where I’m going, but I know I have no choice. If I understood I was dreaming, I would know that if the ice broke I would be awake before I felt the cold. The dream isn’t scary. Scary is waking up in the middle of the ice, with warm sunshine on my face and a long walk home.