Flying No More

Tim

I'm get out of Barry's lap and out of the limo.  I think I'm in a dream.

I need to wake up.

I need to wake up!

I'm going to wake up, and everything's going to be fine.  I'm going to wake up and get up out of my room and walk to Dick's room.  He'll comfort me.  He'll pat my back, and he'll hug me and he'll comfort me and say he'll never leave me alone.  Ever.

It's all a dream.

It's all a dream.

But why doesn't feel like one?  

I pinch myself,"Ouch!"

"You okay Timmy?" Bruce looks at me curiously and asks through tearing eyes.

He seems real, but he can't be, I'm in a dream! "You're not real, I'm in a dream, no I'm in a nightmare!  You aren't real, nothing is real!"

Bruce looks shocked, and I shout,"I'll wake up, I'll wake up!"

Bruce shakes his head and faces me,"Timmy, you aren't in a dream.  You aren't in a nightmare.  This is real Timmy, it's all real... Dickie has left us....."

I stare at him, what does he mean, it's all real?  It can't be real!  I remember one of my conversations with Dick:

You won't leave Dickie?

No Timmy, not right now.  It isn't my time.

When will it be?

Not to long from now...

But you can't leave me, you're my brother!

I won't leave you now, Timmy...

Don't leave me Dick.  Promise.

I can't promise Tim.  But I will stay with you still the end.

He didn't keep that promise though!  He left me!

I'm not in a dream...

I'm not in a nightmare...

But why is this real...

"Dick..." I say,"He's gone..."