Around my head the fairies
play, but I must get back to the real
world. What is that angel
doing- but no, it can’t be. “Hey, Jack.
Are you listening?” Mommy gave me these sneakers
for my birthday. Which reminds me: I had the weirdest dream
last night. I didn’t want to wake up because my dream
was too good. Hold up- a flower crown is being placed on my head by the fairies-
no, that’s just a baseball cap. Anyhow, I kept these sneakers
nice and clean so Mommy would be proud. That at least was real.
Are you listening?” Mommy- no, the angel-
has white, feathery wings. Hey, the angel
just smiled at me. So it is Mommy! In my dream,
we were at home- all of us. “Hey, Jack,
look at me- no!” Like shimmering, glittering fireflies, the fairies
surround my head- no, don’t get pulled away- it’s not real!
What is that red droplet on my sneakers?
Oh no, Mommy won’t be happy that I ruined the sneakers…
She can fly… the angel
can fly… I can too… No, you can’t. You’re in the real
world, and she’s not… both of them were laughing with me... but it was only a dream…
they’re here… around me… the fairies
are protecting me… “911? My child just collapsed. Stay with me, Jack-
yes, it is an emergency! No, Jack,
don’t fall asleep, don’t fall...” The sneakers
are dirty- oh no no no no no no- who turned off the light?- the fairies
did it- pesky little things- but oh so beautiful- look at the Mommy angel
swoop and glide and flutter- in the dream
it was Christmas- it was happy- it wasn’t real-
why did it only have to be a dream and not real
like Daddy- is that him? “Don’t leave me, Jack.
Please don’t leave me. Please.” It doesn’t have to be a dream-
the three of us- Mommy, Daddy, and me- where did my sneakers
go- I want to- I can- I will fly- just like the angel-
just like Mommy-