Lion Dream

I’m staying with my small son at a cabin in an unfamiliar village, and we know that there are lions about. It’s just a fact. And then we’re aware that there’s one in our cabin, pacing slowly. I can just see the top of his mane peaking out over the foot of our cots.

I’m scared but not terrified. I get up from my cot and walk past the lion to the door, and the lion follows. When I put my hand on the doorknob I can feel his nose and breath.

I open up the door and he slides out, just like a house cat.

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