dream (3)

she tasted salted toffee and melting chocolate on her tongue, but when she opened her eyes, she found herself crouched beside her beloved older brother. “the Organization wants us to secure the ubiquitous black suitcase,” he said, as though she hadn’t fallen asleep at all. (maybe she had, maybe she hadn’t, but at the moment it didn’t matter.) instead, she clicked her tongue. “where is it?” she asked, and he nodded towards the oddly shaped building in the center of the city. “right there. it’s close enough to the ocean for us to escape from the rooftop to the shore, then make our way back to the Organization’s HQ.”

“let’s do this. how many are there?”

“at the moment? eighteen.”

“nine each, then.”

“yep.”

she felt the utmost bliss as they scaled the skies, running lightly through the air as though they were out for a typical morning jog among the clouds. they managed to avoid the crows that followed them, detonating bombs made of legos whenever necessary. even when one of the enemy, disguised as a traffic cop, pursued them two hours later, she was buoyed by an insane tranquility. even as he chased them across the rooftops of three different wal-marts, and followed them into the ocean when they swung off that last building, she didn’t panic at all. neither did he, the older one. in fact, he casually turned to her as they landed smoothly into the waves. “perfect,” he declared, smiling radiantly, and her heart swelled at the brilliant light of his confidence. she understood what he meant when they reached the HQ, entered the building, and watched as three gigantic jellyfish tore apart the enemy and consumed him at the door.

“do we have all of them?”

“i have half. Did you drop any, by chance?”

he laughed. “nope.”

she felt such immense happiness that for a moment, she thought she would burst like one of their handmade lego bombs.

if only they could do this forever.

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