Dreams

There was always a burning sensation in Helena’s lungs when she dreamed, as if she hadn’t had enough water and had been running with her mouth open for miles. Tonight was no different. The scent of dust permeated her nostrils and she wondered why she couldn’t feel the tips of her toes. In the distance there was a rumbling of voices through the closed door. One was distinctly her father.

He was always ranting about something….