In my dreams

“What would be your dream life, BabyB?” asked OldRuin over coffee this morning.
“I’ve no idea,” I replied. “But I guess it’d have to involve having financial security for my mother. Maybe pay off her debts, get her a bigger house.”
“And what would you be doing?”
“I don’t know. I never imagined I’d be a barrister but I can’t imagine doing anything else now that I’m here. Sounds sad but the security thing’s the only bit I’d change.”
“Will you grant me a wish, BabyB?”
“Of course. What?”
“That you try to stop making plans and start dreaming again. Dream like you were a child once more.” He hesitated before adding: “Boundless.”

I’ve no doubt that I looked more than a little perplexed and he fell back into a voice I’ve heard him use before, only just above a whisper. “It’s in the everyday that you forge your character…” Again he looked at me, this time a little wistfully before finishing with: “But it’s your dreams which give it shape.”

September 1, 2015 · Tim Kevan · Comments Closed
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