Dreaming of happy endings.
[It's a hospital room. And in the bed is the apparition of someone vaguely familiar. But he's older. With a few more criminal marks and some scars. And he's attached to machinery and IVs and oxygen. He's in a coma, and at his bedside is a little girl, no more than three, crying.
But then, the door opens. Who could it be? White light pours into the hospital room, and the little girl looks up, shocked at the figure.
"Daddy?"
She walks into full view, staring at the figure. Then, she starts to run towards him, bursting into tears.
"DADDY!"
She runs into the undefined, shadowy arms. She's picked up and cradled, kissed and hugged. It's really true, she had a parent. And he would make everything all right. And he does, as the man in the bed starts to wake up, taking all of the awful needles and masks off his body. The little girl is so happy, and she holds out her arms this time to the newly awoken man, who gives her a hug too.
Everything really did work out. It always did. At least in her dream, every time she had it.
But this time the dream might be just a little different when that hospital door swings open...]
But then, the door opens. Who could it be? White light pours into the hospital room, and the little girl looks up, shocked at the figure.
"Daddy?"
She walks into full view, staring at the figure. Then, she starts to run towards him, bursting into tears.
"DADDY!"
She runs into the undefined, shadowy arms. She's picked up and cradled, kissed and hugged. It's really true, she had a parent. And he would make everything all right. And he does, as the man in the bed starts to wake up, taking all of the awful needles and masks off his body. The little girl is so happy, and she holds out her arms this time to the newly awoken man, who gives her a hug too.
Everything really did work out. It always did. At least in her dream, every time she had it.
But this time the dream might be just a little different when that hospital door swings open...]