On the Bounty of Her Senses

The nature of those dreams was so marked I have come to believe I left an imprint of myself, a spectral proxy who could not bear to leave and so stayed while my body came to England. As if I had surrendered some integral shard of self and told her, Wait here until I can return. And she, in the meantime, communed with me in dreams, granting me the bounty of her senses.