All night, my two halves tracked down dreams. My left side scoured the dreamscape for signs — scat, feathers, kills, scratching posts, trails, drag marks, sounds, scents, marking posts. My right side just positioned itself under the moon and knew where to go.
When it was time to wake up, both sides refused. Each had a different explanation.
My left side was closing in for a kill.
My right side was almost home.