In my dreams
âWhat would be your dream life, BabyB?â asked OldRuin over coffee this morning.
âIâve no idea,â I replied. âBut I guess itâd have to involve having financial security for my mother. Maybe pay off her debts, get her a bigger house.â
âAnd what would you be doing?â
âI donât know. I never imagined Iâd be a barrister but I canât imagine doing anything else now that Iâm here. Sounds sad but the security thingâs the only bit Iâd change.â
âWill you grant me a wish, BabyB?â
âOf course. What?â
âThat you try to stop making plans and start dreaming again. Dream like you were a child once more.â He hesitated before adding: âBoundless.â
Iâve no doubt that I looked more than a little perplexed and he fell back into a voice Iâve heard him use before, only just above a whisper. âItâs in the everyday that you forge your characterâŚâ Again he looked at me, this time a little wistfully before finishing with: âBut itâs your dreams which give it shape.â
September 1, 2015
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