Fiction on Odyssey: A Story Of A Girl Who Dreams

Do you dream despite the odds? Or, in spite of them?

They ask her, who is this about?

She says, just someone.

He doesn't sound like just someone, they say.

'Just Someone' wouldn't be the one to make you cry.

In her dreams, you laugh together,

Carelessly into the wind that envelopes her.

You smile, your eyes and hands meeting hers,

Despite the odds.

And just for a moment,

In that blissful moment before wake and after sleep,

She likes to think that you dream like she does.

After she wakes, she might see you

In this real world, not holding her hand,

But smiling with her all the less.

It's not in her head so she tells herself it's better than her dreams.

Sometimes.

You write to her.

What if she wrote back and told you what she felt?

What would happen?

In her mind, she likes to dream, despite the odds.

When she returns to the fake world that becomes real as she sleeps,

She likes to believe your hand hovers over the pen,

Asking the same questions as she,

what would happen?

She likes to believe you dream of holding her hand too.

She likes to believe you loved her.

Despite the odds.