Dreaming

"What you dream is real," Maria said. "What you see when you're up, is what you create for yourself."

"You mean, me, and you, that's a dream?" Danny murmured. "And my mom and my dad..."

Maria squeezed Danny's hand harder.

"But you feel so real," Danny sighed. "And warm. Things in my dreams are hot, and I can't be close to them."

"I know," Maria said. "Believe me, I know."

The two were in the gardens, and sat together, with the sun on them.