The dream came more often. It came as she drifted over that snaking line between two worlds, the one that was and the one that wasn’t. In it, a man came to her. He only every uttered the word ‘Mistress,’ and that in a tone of hushed reverence, as though the dark room they were in might be a cathedral, or a temple. He stood naked in front of her, and he was beautiful.
~Stella (a working title)