ROSELLA 

 

I had a dream. 

 

I dreamt for the first time since I became Alpha James's punching bag and a rag doll. All I have ever had were nightmares––horrible ones that wake me up from my sleep with a bloodcurdling cry and sweats of perspiration and anguish gathering all over my forehead. My nightmares had only one monster ––Alpha James–– and if he isn't slashing me with a whip in one, he's slicing my skin off my body in the other. 

 

But for the first time, I slept peacefully, and the peaceful sleep bore a beautiful dream filled with bright full moons glazing over grass fields at night and beautiful...