Que lunged straight up in bed. “Mom! Mom!” Nuriye came running, well more like staggered hurriedly into his room. It was, after all, 3:47 a.m. She’d been working very late and had brought her 12-year old son with her, first so he wouldn’t be left alone, second to see the volcano that he’d developed a study-passion for. Maybe he’d follow in mom’s footsteps. She’d dressed him in a protective suit though he still watched from a safe distance, very safe in fact but not safe enough for him as his mom and her co-scientist-friend scurried during an unexpected tremor. He wasn’t sure about that and felt his love betrayed. That was his mom after all. Alarmed he’d scowled and shouted at the growling mountain and the mountain stilled. Coincidence?
“Swehthr’t tht’s threh, three times.” She collapsed onto his bead wrapping her arms around him. “But I had the weirdest dream. It felt like it took a week.” “Noh, nt a wk…” Her breathing began to slow. “Mom! You were a lava spirit and came back. You talked about dad – you were worried if you should tell me about him. Who is he?”
Her eyes snapped open though she didn’t move as warmth, oddly enough began creeping through her body from her toes. It would be just like him to seep into Que’s dreams announcing himself. She wouldn’t mind seeing him again. Nuriye had to laugh to herself. She wasn’t even sure who he was.
Refreshed as if doused with ice water, “You know the story. Shhhh. I’ll stay until you fall back to sleep – no worries” but his breathing had become steady and quiet. She realized her entire body was radiating heat.
“Son-of-a-gun… he’s back.”