I dream of a desert. The wind howling. People chanting. For me. Calling. To awaken. They need me. The ones who imprisoned me now sing my name. If they need me then they are truly desperate. I wonder what could be worse than I.
I wake. The sides of my head throb. My ears ring with the echoes of sand whipping by and the fading verses of a name I do not recall. The emotion fades as the moments pass. Who was I? Who did they need me to be? They seem less important by the second.
I peer out onto the new dawn. The world has changed. Something sings in the air. Voices. The whisper of a name, perhaps. Or just the wind.
Paddy Dobson
25th January 2022