A Dream in a Bottle
by Paula Gail Benson
I promised my parents to marry my rescuer, the lovely princess who studied at the temple by the beach.
After my ship capsized beneath the treacherous waves, hers was the face I saw as I regained consciousness.
But, I have no memory of her saving me.
Tonight before my wedding, I wake from dreams of a mute dancing girl, whose talent charmed although each step brought her searing pain.
A message drifting over sleep waves, conjured during my time in the roiling depths?
Silent one, if this is your missive, let me slumber forever so our souls may be conjoined.
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