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Nikki you are the best ;)
Chapter 11
Dreams are a perfect solution of the body, to cope with the past, the present, and the hopes for the future.
A sunny day in the park.
She tried to focus on the faces of the two adults walking hand in hand around a small pond, but every time, the vision became blurry again, so she started to concentrate on the surroundings.
Not far in front of them were three small girls, each one of them with a doll in their little hands, laughing about something the man behind them had just said.
Though apparently of the same age, one of the three stood out from the rest of them.
She was slim and tall, and in contrast to her friend she was dressed in jeans and a dark red t-shirt instead of a dress, with her hair, black, curly and longer than that of the others.
The black haired girl turned around again to face her father, of whom she was more than a little fond.
As soon as the little one tried to walk back to her parents the picture changed.
A graveyard appeared.
The same two adults as before were now standing in front of a small grave.
The male stood there, with the woman in his arms, both holding tight to each other.
A stream of tears flooded the woman's cheeks.
The picture changed again.
She saw the same man; finally she could recognize his smiling face.
The love of her life held a little bundle in his arms, and smiled at her dream self.
Without waking up, Abby turned in her husband's embrace and mumbled 'we make it' into his chest.
He sighed, and continued to watch his sleeping beauty while he stroked her back.
TBC... I promise there is more action ahead ;)