@valhallic
They’re having a picnic at the farm, plaid blanket spread out under a large, flowering plum tree. There are petals scattered everywhere, decorating their many snacks, books, toys, and of course, themselves as well. But they don’t mind it at all. Lying together on their backs, they watch as the wind blows through the branches, making the flowers rain over them.
“Mitty, Mitty~” Alice calls out in a conspiratorial voice that prefaces the sharing of a secret, a small hand reaching for his and holding onto it preciously. “I love you~!”
The sun suddenly grows brighter, and this picture perfect image becomes blurrier and blurrier at the edges until all that is left is the feeling of it. A fuller, more grownup version of that same warm and affectionate voice finally registers in his mind, and gently wakes him from his slumber.
“Mitty...” She whispers lovingly, long fingers playing with his fine hair. “Was it a nice dream? You were smiling in your sleep.”
