“I must not cry. I must not be afraid.” Mira was standing in the middle of the garden, under a mean black sky descending on her. With her eyes shut and fists clenched she stood there, letting darkness fall over, embrace her.
“There, there!” she heard inside her mind.
“Who are you?” Mira asked.
“Don’t be afraid … This is just some drama playing.” said the soft loving voice.
“Where does the drama come from?” asked Mira’s mind.”
Excerpt From: Garden, Andreea. “Theo and Mira.”