I stood on the edge of the path out of the dream. Another small dragons step, and I would be out and flying among the dreams - something I haven’t done in four years.

But I didn’t dare move closer. They might be out there.

I realized now that with my supremely good hearing I have concentrated over the last four years on the inside of the dream rather than on the outside. Fear, perhaps, of learning that they are waiting for me just outside.

But now…

Now I was ready to at least listen.

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My wings needed stretching and, for a change, I decided to stretch them.

My hiding place felt my need and expanded.

I looked behind me. He outside of the dream was there. Just there. With all its dangers. With all its possibilities. With all its dreams.

Do I dare? Just take a few more steps and then… And then use my sharp dragon’s ears and listen?

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