<![CDATA[Becky Steele | Lady of Steele: Fiction]]>https://www.ladyofsteele.com/s/fictionhttps://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!xBju!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F3412effb-9fb4-4e8e-b980-feb84762378f_1029x1029.pngBecky Steele | Lady of Steele: Fictionhttps://www.ladyofsteele.com/s/fictionSubstackSun, 12 Jul 2026 00:49:08 GMT<![CDATA[I was only trying to dream]]>https://www.ladyofsteele.com/p/i-was-only-trying-to-dreamhttps://www.ladyofsteele.com/p/i-was-only-trying-to-dreamTue, 23 Jun 2026 22:44:10 GMT
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Eyes close.

“You’ll be left behind,” they say. Force multiplier. More time for creativity. Exhaustion from the day. From hearing it everywhere, from everyone.

Livelihoods are being stolen. Taps are running dry. But sure: the IPOs will save us.

My body settles into bed. Subconsciousness swallows the thoughts. Finally, rest.

Eyes open.

Pitch black. Shallow breaths in a tight space. Knuckles scrape wood all around me. The new confinement dampens my scream.

How did I end up here? I was only trying to dream.

Wearing myself out, I surrender. Only the tears move. Gradually, peace.

Maybe it’s better this way.

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