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DAHLIA Hush now, my darling, the moon’s in the sky, The waves on the shore sing a soft lullaby. The stars in the heavens will watch while you sleep, And carry your dreams to the ocean so deep. Mama’s soft voice echoes in my ears as my lids fall closed, flickering in that dreamy place between wakefulness and sleep. “Mommy?” I whisper, but I’m not sure if any sound comes out. My head’s heavy and my limbs are gripped by paralysis, as if I’m shackled to the rugged bed beneath me. Mom’s gentle features appear blurry behind my reddening eyelids, but her soothing voice carries on in the darkness. Rest now, my sweet one, the night’s gentle song, Will cradle you close as the tides move along. The sea whispers softly, the wind hums a tune, And soon you’ll be dancing beneath the soft moon. “Are you here to get me, Mom?” A calloused hand lands on mine and she stops singing. “Do you want me to get you, dear?” “Hmm. I’m so tired, Mommy. It’s exhausting.” “Then come join us.” “Dahl!” a familiar voice