The father and daughter do draw near to the dragon as darkness fell.
The father, holding his back against its side, gives his lap and legs over for his daughter to sleep on.
A dream takes hold of him.
He sits on a strange place of white sands, oddly colored skies, and blue-green waters.
Though it is a pleasant place, I slip towards a supple dread of something in the water.
As is the way of dreams, something in the water made directly towards me on the shore.
It changed direction slightly towards my right. Wriggling in shallow waters.
With two arms to lift up, the creature had the face of my daughter. My daughter at that age when she was lithe and limber of her youth.
As she stood to walk on newly sprung legs, and I turned my gaze. Her now different body reminded me too much of her mother.
When I looked back, she wore her current dress and smiled as she regarded the distant visage.
She then stood on legs and slid forward upright to skim atop the water smiling quite broadly.
All of it moved me in many thoughtful ways, but my voice did not work at all, in any way.
Somehow, I was willing to let it unfold.
Dream ending, after seeing the wink of a dragon's eye (just below the surface of the smooth waters).
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Just Good Friends With The Dragon
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