In 1815, Mary Shelley lost everything. That February, Mary gave birth to her first child, a daughter named Clara. Her baby girl was premature and died two weeks later. “I awoke in the night to give it suck it appeared to be sleeping so quietly that I would not awake it,” she wrote in her journal, heartbroken. That night, she had a dream she would never forget. “Dream that my little baby came to life again — that it had only been cold & that we rubbed it by the fire & it lived — I awake & find no