"There you go, Lukey. Sweet dreams."
Luke yawned. He was very sleepy. It was his birthday, and he was worn out from all the activity. Snuggling into the small nest of pillows and blankets that his aunt and uncle had rigged up for him, he smiled and closed his eyes.
"Luke... wake up…"
Luke screamed. Long and hard.
His aunt came rushing in. "Luke! Luke! Oh, Luke, are you alright?"
Luke was breathing hard, wild eyes searching the room for the source of the sound. Aunt Beru picked up the terrified boy and cradled him in her arms. She sat down on Luke's 'bed' and gently rocked the young child in her arms to calm him. "There, there. Calm down." She continued like this for some time. "Now, tell me what happened."
"There...there was a voice...and it wanted me to wake up." Luke yawned. He was sleepy now.
"Don't worry. The voice is gone. You can go to sleep now."
Luke yawned again. He laid back into his aunt's arms and closed his eyes, tired again. Soon he had fallen asleep again, and Beru put him back into his little mound.
Some time later, a gentle hand brushed across his face.
"Luke, wake up, it's time to go."
Luke woke slowly, still in that half-asleep state where dreams come most often. He looked up and saw a female figure crouching in front of him. The mystery woman picked him up just the way he liked, carrying him upwards into her full motherly embrace. It was a very gentle feeling. Luke loved it. He wanted this kind woman to have her arms around him forever. She turned away from his bed, raising one arm and, at the same time, moving it away from Luke. With her outstretched arm, she traced a large oval in the air. Her finger trailed a long white string. When the oval was complete, it retained its shape but filled in the 2-dimensional space inside of it. The mysterious figure—with Luke—stepped through the white, slightly spinning space. And simply…disappeared.
They came out on the other side into a great room. But Luke did not look around in awe as he usually would have. He just snuggled into his mature companion's arms. The mystery woman smiled and kissed him on the forehead, making Luke smile in return.
The small figure threw back her hood, revealing her face. However, Luke didn't see it. He was too relaxed. He felt the woman walk, then she stopped. But they were still moving. Then the movement slowed, and the woman stepped off something. Then she gently poked Luke, waking him from a light sleep.
"Luke, I need you to do something."
Luke yawned and sat up, resting his head against the woman's chest. He was in a shallow alcove, big enough for five men to stand side-by-side. He and the woman were in front of a wide, hexagonal door, with a strange rectangular box beside it. The box had colors running through it, shifting and curling. It was hypnotizingly beautiful.
"Okay, Luke, I need you to put your hand in the box. You can do that, right?"
Luke nodded, and reached his hand out into the box. The colors swirled around his hand, tickling it. Luke giggled. A gentle male voice spoke.
"Recognized: Luke Skywalker. Do you wish to enter?"
The woman spoke for him. "No. Luke does not wish to enter. Luke wishes to remodel."
"Affirmed. Remodelation begun."
The woman spoke to Luke again. "Okay, Luke, you can go back to sleep now." Luke looked up and, for the first time, saw the woman's face. It was very friendly, with soft brown eyes, full lips, and brown hair. Luke was calmed by her appearance, leaned back into her arms, closed his eyes, and was claimed by the darkness of sleep.