Everyone always has to start somewhere. Hey, I’m Emily. I can’t wait to see Margaret and Louis at the fields today. We made a promise we’d pick the daffodils today and that we’d hang out at the old tree with the tyre. Of course, we have to take turns on who gets to be on the swing. Then we’ll sit down and talk about our dreams and hopes for the future. I’ve always wondered how Margaret and Louis thought about life. You know, they always seem so full of life. And I always get excited to hear their stories, sometimes, a little envious. Because mother and father would never let me out of the house.
“Yes, it’s finally over. Our Emily has found a better place to fall asleep.”
“Is that a paper on her hand, honey?”
“I think so. Oh yes, it is. I’ll have a look at it.”
“What did she write? … I see. She missed Margaret and Louis.”
“She must’ve written this before she closed her eyes and dreamt about them.”
“At least, she met them in her dreams while she was asleep.”
“It wasn’t a dream for her. It was real… Dreams are only real as long as they last.”