Lucy was back at home, running naked through the snowy mountains of the Scottish highland, one hand brought up to hold her chest in place. The sun beat down on her pale, silky skin, bathing her naked body in its yellow glow. Her bare feet crunched in the snow as she put one in front of the other as fast as she could. She was heading toward trees, as fast as she could, the safety of the wood calling out to her. Dogs chased her; she could smell them; hear their barks, the sound of their paws scraping at the snow, wood and rock. Lucy dared a look back. They were massive, bigger than any dog she had ever seen, bigger even than a bear, and blacker than night, with silver eyes, more vibrant than the fullest of moons. She looked ahead again. There was a man stood on the edge of the wood, dressed head to toe in black. Black boots, black cargo pants, black t-shirt and a long black coat. He was staring right at her. Lucy recognised him, the man from the plane. She reached out to him; grabbing his arm and pulling herself close into his body, a sense of safety rushing through her soul, she closed her eyes.
When Lucy opened them, the dogs were gone, and she was in bed wearing pink pyjamas, in her parents’ house. The man from the plane was lying next to her snoring softly. Her mother walked in carrying a tray of tea. “Thought you’d be ready for breakfast” she didn’t speak to Lucy, rather the man lying next to her, who was now wide awake, accepting a steaming mug of tea from Lucy’s mother. “Thank you very much Maggie” He turned to Lucy smiling. She felt so happy, so content with her life but knowing it wasn’t going to last long. Something inside her told her this wasn’t meant to last, but she was happy to revel while it did.
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