It’s been a while since I’ve written up a dream drabble. This one is actually a bit older, but I just now remembered it existed. Here.
You don’t have a cage, but you have a tight golden band around your
ankle that you’re sure has a tracker, and it matches the gold trim in the room
otherwise filled with soft cloths dyed dark purples and reds. It also matches
the alien who abducted you (though you can’t say how long ago that was, you
never kept track of time in the human or
the fae realms).
i was sitting on my couch, in tears, and my dad, an Old Liberal, sits down next to me and he says
‘i know i can’t say anything that will make any of this better, but i want you to know that, in 1980, when i was 18 years old, i watched the country elect ronald reagan, and i was just as devastated as you are now. it felt like everyone had gone insane. my friends and i joked about moving to canada or japan or england, just like you are with your friends. i was angry then, and i’m still a little bitter now, but I got through it. we all did. donald trump is not ronald reagan, i know, but if i can get through it, so can you.’
anyway that soothed my hurt a miniscule amount, hope it soothes you a bit