will the dream come back?
will i know where i am?
I gasp high when I’m abruptly scooped up, light as if I weigh nothing at all. A bubbly laugh tumbles out—then a squeal as he surges skyward. I grab on tight, eyes going wide because holy shit I’ve never flown before. Wind tears at my braid, my crown goes crooked, and I’m grinning as the world blurs into seaspray and rainbow color below.will i know where i am?
"You’re my hero, Uncle!" I laugh, and it’s genuine. Not just in this game—he is one of my greatest heroes. And here he is, playing along with me like I’m five and there was never any time lost at all.
My throat tightens; my vision blurs. I’m still grinning ear to ear as I hug him properly, holding on while he carries us swift and sure over the “lava.” I risk a look down, helpless giggles bubbling up, and point toward a safer patch. "High enough ground, maybe!"
will there be birds?
Theea
