Even after living in The Promised Land for more than six years now, the time I spent in Limbo still haunts Me. I sometimes have terrifying nightmares, during which I apparently shake, swipe with My claws, hiss and growl. Sometimes My legs start moving quickly like I am trying to run away. I usually wake up in the arms of one of the Guardians with their concerned face looking down at Me. By then, the details of the dream have faded, but I am still disoriented and in shock. I must have had a really bad one yesterday, because the Guardians looked even more concerned than usual when they woke Me up. After comforting Me for a while, they placed Me in a basket bed with Brother Oliver who has always been My favorite, consoling pillow.
Brother Oliver grumbled something as I laid My head upon him. I’m pretty sure it was words of encouragement, only spoken in a grumbly tone because he was so shaken up by the thought of My having a bad dream. I hope these bad dreams fade in time, and that they eventually cease altogether. Until they do though, It’s good to know that I will always have loving Guardians to wake Me up, and a loyal, albeit grumbly, pillow on which to lay My head afterward.
So Sayeth Otis