Disclaimer: All Corps Bride people, places, things, and ideas (all Corps Bride nouns) are entombed with Tim Burton.
Dream a Little Dream of Me
Victoria doesn't know that I dream of her, of Emily. I have every night since she left me to live my own life. On my wedding night I dreamed that Emily and I had married and we were both living breathing people. Sometimes in my dreams she is alive and we travel through this world, experiencing the warm summer sun and the bright cool winter moon. We dance through the fields in the sunlight, laughing and falling on the grass. Always she haunts my dreams.
Other times I dream that I am back in the land of the dead and we are married, existing there. I miss the energy and surprising vitality that I found on my unexpected journey. But always, Emily is there, sometimes with Scraps. We dance through the streets in the moonlight, twirling in a timeless mist. Sometimes I wonder if I truly made the right decision. Still she haunts my dreams.
I was a widower, married to a corpse bride, fated to lose her. That smile of hers and the way she could play the piano gave her a liveliness that I have never found since. I wake in the middle of the night after dreaming of her and do the only thing that can bring me comfort: I sit down and play the song on my piano. That haunting melody reminds me of her and as I play for a moment, if I close my eyes, I feel her still with me.
Emily my love, you have set my body free, but have captured my heart.