Sleep well, oh gentle beast

A short fiction

I watched from a distance as men and women quickly came together to save the massive creature. I marveled at their selflessness as they worked as hard as they could to keep the beast — which had been found on the verge of death — from dying. Having patched its wounds, the people breathed a sigh of relief as the large creature now slept soundly.

“Sleep well, oh gentle beast” they whispered.

As I turned to leave the scene, a young girl, who had been watching as well, spoke to me. “Act quickly, for I fear we may be dreaming” she said with a half smile.

“What makes you say that?” I replied.

“People are rarely so kind.”

“I believe otherwise” I said with a laugh. I had already begun walking away when I heard her say “Dream well, oh gentle beast.”

At the time, I didn’t realize she was still talking to me.