The continous nightmares

"How does it feel to breathe, son?" Dad raised his glass with an ecstatic grin. "Like the three-ton elephant has moved off my chest and now just sits on my feet." I answered truthfully and toasted him back.

"I bet you do. But really, the ceremonies were the most magnificent feat of organization. Absolutely brilliant show, that. Bravo, I say." I guess we could all assume my dad had been thoroughly impressed with the opening ceremonies because he couldn't seem to stop talking about them over our midnight dinner. I just felt immense relief that they had gone off without a hitch.

Even if I was exhausted and longed for my bed with Brynne in my arms, I found I was actually enjoying the celebratory evening tonight at Gladstone's. Ivan had got us a reservation somehow, despite the insanity of the city, but then everyone loved Lord Ivan, Britain's golden arrow, with his good looks and cele- brity name. It'd had been a long time since we'd gone out for anything nice to- gether and I knew that D