Counting the Hairs On Your Head [Axel]

I reach into the sky and pull down a star, bright and beautiful. Marissa sits beside me and we play with it, tossing it back and forth between eachother, laughing and playing joyously. I notice Marisa looks a lot younger, maybe an entire three years younger. Like before we left. Then Abbigail toddles out of the house, holding Mouna's hand. What was this? Wait - my house? Wasn't I in the woods? I'm dreaming.

I wake up from the marvelous dream. The first good dream I've had since I ran away the first time. Was that good, or bad? I don't know. Maybe change was good. I stand up, and despite the fact I was a bit scared to walk around alone in the dark, I examined behind trees and bushes. Just checking to make sure no one was watching us.