Trace opened his eyes in the broken cave that was once his dream world. He sighed. He hadn't fixed it last night, spending his time with Anaisa. It would take ages, years even, to restore it to what it had been.
But he wouldn't start tonight. He ran to the edge and leapt towards Anaisa's tenuous orb with a smile.
She hadn't told him not to come back tonight. When they'd said goodnight, he had stared at her with the question in his eyes, wondering if his permission would be extended or revoked.
The small smile on her lips as she nodded slightly made his heart soar.
He leapt into the dream and paused to get his bearings. He would probably have to go through the process again of reminding her she was dreaming. It was something he loved and hated doing.
Loved, because when she treated him as a figment of her dream, she was readable and open. Hated, because he always feared she would resent his presence and cast him back out into the void.
