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Sitting on a couch, curled up with her husband and daughter. She read them a story from The Arabian Nights, her thick accent, though definatly not Arabian only added to the exotic aura of the story anbd the cozy peace of the fire and candle lit room. Somehow it was not untill her husband softly stroked her hair that she realized it was only a dream, a wonderful dream but a dream none the less.
She ran through the forest, sprinting, dashing, leaping nimbly over a root that was laid out across her path, not trotting or loping, or any other half-speed stumbling gate, but flying on the ground. Somehow it was not untill she had cleard the root, landed softly on her feet, and run on that she realized it was only a dream, a wonderful dream, but a dream none the less.
Her mother was peacefully reading, and her father was doing the same, one a novel, the other the newspaper. Her brother was in another room, finishing his homework, but she had already completed hers. She sat with a pad and pen, at her father's feet, drawing, not particulary well, but enjoying the process. Somehow, it was not untill she caught a glimpse of the date on her father's newspaper that she realized it was only a dream, a wonderful dream, but a dream none the less.
The house was so quiet, but wasn't the home of every only child? Her parents were home after closing the restaurant, it was a bit early, but money wasn't tight, they could dictate their hours as they saw fitting. Somehow it wasn't untill her mother hugged her and said, "Be whatever your heart desires, you will always make us proud," that she realized it was only a dream, a wonderful dream, but a dream none the less.
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