"i want to be a part of that world," she says 
                           as they lay  together in  her bed underneath 
                           the stars.  smoke from their little campfire 
                           slithers into the air. he sighs, has nothing 
                           to say as always.   "you know?   that  world 
                           with  the  magic and  the  faeries  and  the
                           lights..."  she  goes  on  to  describe  her 
                           dreamworld, her sleeping reality. he's heard 
                           it all before.  yet there is just  something 
                           about holding her that makes everything  she 
                           says so damn reasonable  and  worth  knowing 
                           about.