If you're afraid of your own dreams, you're welcome here in mine.

It was impossible, of course. But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming.

I turned my nightmares into fireflies and caught them in a jar.

Infinities are not for casual exploration. You could fall and keep falling. You could get lost.

Cake for later, cake as a way of life.

She craved a presence beside her, solid. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meeting hers in the dark. Someone who would wait with an umbrella to walk her home in the rain, and smile like sunshine when he saw her coming. Who would dance with her on her balcony, keep his promises and know her secrets, and make a tiny world wherever he was, with just her and his arms and his whisper and her trust.