Rose looked up at lady liberty and smiled. "Take our picture!" She yelled, jumping in front of a tourist holding a camera and raising her arms comically. "Come get in the picture Jack!"
Jack shook his head and watched her. "I don't want to ruin the shot."
Rose laughed and ran to him, "Race you to the top, Jack. It's so high, I bet we can see the other side of the ocean."
She was wearing her favorite dress. It was so clean and new and soft. The sky was a clear, cloudless blue like spun sugar, and somewhere a band was playing and children were buying peanuts and balloons. Her feet hurt and she was tired in all the best ways, tired from eating too much candy and walking all over the city, tired from running through central park and chasing the ducks. Jack pulled her back.
"I don't need to go up there to see London. Not that I want to see it. I've got everything right here," he whispered.
"Can we do this everyday Jack?" she said softly.
"I wish baby," he smiled wickedly and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I miss this dress," she said. She ran her fingers over the soft white fabric. "It's at the bottom of the ocean now."
"I know, I know" Jack held her close.
Rose woke up with the sun in her eyes and her pillow wet.