"Last week I had the strangest dream; where everything was exactly how it seemed."

I dreamt of you last night and I wish that I didn't. I wish that I didn't because I wanted it to be true. You looked the same but older and prettier, as if that were possible. You and I along with our family members were gathered at a circular table on a balcony overlooking a beautiful tropical scene. You needed help with something, and against my better judgement, I offered you my help because no one else would. I followed you on the streets of that tropical place- it reminded me of our trip to Hawaii- and we came upon a marvelous building that you said you now lived in. I thought to myself, how successful you had become on your own and how you had been just fine without me all these years. We entered the building and you muttered how you unfortunately had to live with two completely unliveable boys. I could tell, because our trek to your room consisted of our childhood game "Lava", where we couldn't step on spots that had lava- or in this case, the dirty laundry on the floor. You grabbed something from your room and I followed you back outside. As we exited your home, two unkempt boys walked passed. We didn't say a word, and neither did they. But I turned around suddenly and yelled, "Hey!" They turned around outside the door of the building looking dumbfounded. I animatedly pointed to you, and said, "Hey, yeah, she's my sister. Don't get any freaking ideas." I gave them a devilish look that made them shudder, and we turned away from them, giggling on our way.

It occurs to me now that in my dream, given the state of things similar to now, I would have done anything for you.