"When we are dreaming alone it is only a dream..."
"...When we are dreaming with others, it is the beginning of reality."
He was twelve again.
They were sitting there on the same park bench they always sat at, eating their snacks bought from the cart after school. It was the benches tucked away behind the statue, so they wouldn't be seen--and bullied.
John Nedley never stayed. He always went home to study, taking the back ways, being careful.
He remembered this conversation, and it happened the same way it had the first time. At least in the beginning.
"Why is it," James-Michael asked Dian, "that some people are so pointlessly cruel?"
He was twelve again.
They were sitting there on the same park bench they always sat at, eating their snacks bought from the cart after school. It was the benches tucked away behind the statue, so they wouldn't be seen--and bullied.
John Nedley never stayed. He always went home to study, taking the back ways, being careful.
He remembered this conversation, and it happened the same way it had the first time. At least in the beginning.
"Why is it," James-Michael asked Dian, "that some people are so pointlessly cruel?"