The Boy and the Dragon

Last night I dreamt of a Dragon.

All night we adventured together, flying and battling, escaping and defending, pursuing and hiding.

I protected him and he protected me.

I stood for him and he stood for me.

For others he was a terrible thing to be feared, a wild and ferocious creature of power. For this he was attacked, and others attempted to capture him, to use him for their own ends.

I would grab my sword, encase myself in armor, and stand in righteous defense of his magnificence, his potential, his purity.

For me he was my friend, my companion, and my support. He knew my heart and I knew his. For others he was a terror, but in place of fear, I felt love. No snarls, but sloppy wet kisses would smother my face. I treasured him.

When he would break, I would fix him, for I understood his needs. Adding pieces, expanding his capacity. In turn he would hold me, protect me, and together we would achieve everything we desired.

We could survive any crisis, escape any attack, defeat any foes, fly to any destination, achieve any purpose.

Last night I dreamt of a Dragon.

And when I awoke, I looked around and he was nowhere to be found...

And then I closed my eyes and discovered him nestled within me, powerful and free and radiating love. I found him joyful and ready for our next adventure, and knew nothing would ever stand between us again.