I’m hunted. Bears. A tiger.
Last night a bull.
Sometimes my children are with me.
Mac seems to get away from me often.
And I run panicked through doors at ridiculously slow speeds.
Latches won’t engage. Locks won’t lock.
And every minute the animals get closer.
Heavy. Panting. Hungry.
I hear it’s common to dream these things.
The bull wanted Reese.
I threw her to a stranger on a high wall.
He charged and I woke up. Wondering.
The bull is new. Not hungry. Just raging mad.