Little wishes in my still heart

Theory slept soundly lately. She worked her body so thoroughly that there was hardly any space for dreams. When she laid down to rest at night, she rested her chin on her paws and closed her eyes to the yawning darkness of a blank, restless sleep. As she slipped into sleep, she was prepared for another empty night. To her surprise a dream began to form. It was all shadows and light at first, shades of darkness, but finally it pulled together to create a cohesive scene: Poem and Shaye and herself, together in Shaye's den. Except the den was now their whole world, at once bigger and smaller than it had ever been. Theory felt strange inside, as if she had stepped behind a solid sheet of water knowing there was rock behind it, only to find herself in another dimension entirely. Not just a cave behind a waterfall, but an entirely different world. Theo's eyes watered and she looked frantically between Poem and Shaye. "Wh-what's going on?"