Dreams are the truest mirrors to our inner selves, our hopes, our dreams, but our demons also dwell there, succoured by our fears and faults. A dream may therefore be both balm and cage, in reflection excising us of our ills or else trapping us with them in forced proximity. However, just as we are not always alone in our dreams, so too sometimes are the monsters which would make us prey within them far more than incorporeal.

Great thanks to Haphazard for pre-reading.

Also thank you to anyone who reads my stuff.

Notes:
• This involves TwiLuna
• Warning: story contains light description of suicide
• Sketch quote is from William Shakespeare’s The Tempest (Act 4, Scene 1, Lines 156-158)
• I use the word pegasus with both a singular and plural meaning, rather than pegasi, due to personal preference. Apologies if it is an annoyance
• I welcome any and all feedback