Disclaimer: Don't own the story. Blah, blah, blah, you all know I don't, so what's the point of this...?
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They were scattered images, things that didn't really connect and wouldn't make a bit of sense if she even thought about it. But it still felt so real. There was the spring, the light catching the water. If you looked at it long enough, you'd notice some kind of strangeness about it. Like it didn't fit with the rest of the world, and it probably didn't. But before she could examine the picture her subconscious mind had brought up more closely, it disappeared in a flash of light. And then, there was her and Jesse, not doing anything in particular, just sitting around and laughing. She tried to cling to this image, hoping that it would never fade, but fade it did, slowly, as if to torture her, his face losing color with every second. Then, it was Mae's music box. Then, the pond and the little boat. The boat was stuck in the mud, unable to move...
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"Wake up!" Winnie slowly opened her eyes. Blinking the sleep from her eyes. It was her mother. No, no...I want to go back to sleep. "Winifred." Don't call me that. "You have to go to school." Forget school. Jesse doesn't have to go. "You don't have all eternity, Winnie." Well guess who does, mother, guess who does...She got up then. With more energy than Mrs. Foster had expected, and was instantly stunned. What had she said that would make Winnie get up so quickly?
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The dream had been on her mind all day. Only after she'd had it had she really understood how much she'd missed the Tucks. She'd made a decision...