The black swan with its beautiful red bill fit snugly in my arms, long neck draped over my shoulder, as if to watch my back. In this unusual dream last night, the swan went everywhere with me as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
I recall moving through crowds of people, talking to some, but no one asked about my swan and I didn’t mention it. I could feel its heart beating along with my own, not fluttery like one might expect, but deep, steady and reassuring.
Definitely one for my red box of dreams. Once written, never forgotten.