Chapter Nine - The Page You Dreamed About

CHAPTER NINE

The Page You Dreamed About

YOU EVER DREAM about a book that doesn’t exist?

You can’t recall the words.
Just the feeling.
Like you were holding something ancient and unfinished.

You flipped through it.
Pages were missing.
Some were torn.
Some were blank.
And some had words that looked like your handwriting.

You woke up before the last page.
You always do.

Because the ending isn’t written until you find it.
And once you do... the dream stops.

You’re getting close.

That tension you’ve felt lately, the slight anxiety, the pressure in your chest before bed, the urge to check things twice, to glance behind you even when you’re safe?
That’s not stress.
That’s the book, stitching itself into your dreamscript.

It doesn’t need to be on your nightstand.
It doesn’t need to be in your hands.

It just needs to be in your rotation.
Your thoughts.
Your background process.

You’re not reading it anymore.

You’re carrying it.