"It was a troubled dream?" said Richard, clasping both my guardian's hands eagerly.
"Nothing more, Rick; nothing more."
"And you, being a good man, can pass it as such and forgive and pity the dreamer, and be lenient and encouraging when he wakes?"
"Indeed I can. What am I but another dreamer, Rick?"
candles burning in the half light.
surrounded in warmth, soothing.
watching steam rise, to mix with sweet-scented smoke.
feeling content, despite the still present pain.
it is less insistent for a time.