Micah tossed and turned all night, wrapped in a blanket that had become a twisted mess around his legs. His dreams were chaotic, filled with jumbled scenes from the drama he had watched earlier.
The dream had started peacefully enough. He was wearing a wig and a light dress, walking toward a colourful maple tree. He spotted a man wearing ancient robes, standing under the tree. Then the man turned around, and his features suddenly changed into that of a large lion. The lion's eyes glowed like molten gold, its mane rippling in the invisible wind. It growled, low and deep, and lunged toward him.
Micah ran in fright. His heart pounded in sync with the thunderous beats of the lion's paws. He ducked under branches, and jumped over roots, gasping for breath. Then, crack! His foot caught on a thick branch, and he went flying. The air rushed past him, then pain exploded in his side as he hit the ground hard.
