I was waiting for someone to sort of save me or wake me up. It was strange to wait. It was like I was waiting for someone to open the door and find me, a dragon full of anger, anguish and fury and hope they will help me anyway, which felt very unreliable and unsure. Who would want to help such a bad person? i’m not even sure i’m a person at this point.

I’m not an actual dragon, i want to be precise about it. I’m something inside a body, not sure what. energy maybe?

Our dormancy project was a Nanowrimo exercise which we worked on for a month and which we will publish little by little as the parts agree to divulge their experience of dormancy.