I am in the backyard of their manor, where everything I think and believe comes to life. They are there; the deaf one plays the flute so beautifully that it breaks my heart. The golden one plays the cello and we dance and dance and dance. Our hands move rapidly playing games that are reminiscent of our childhood and he is leaning against the door frame, watching us. I wish he would join in.
He looks at me. My breath stops.
please don't wake me up.
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