At some point in the night, Francis shifted toward the warmth he felt next to him, snuggling up alongside it. In his dreams, a matching sunshine spread out in front of him. He stood in a grassy field, the fresh mowed scent filling his nose. To the right, a familiar laugh sounded. Francis turned, trying to catch sight of the laugh's owner. He'd been skipping toward them and waved in answer because he knew this person. The bright sunlight blurred the other's image though even as they came up along side each other. He felt his mouth say the other's name, but the word never registered to his mind. The recording tape just got messed up somewhere.

The dream continued like that until morning light stretched across the bed.