Snippet #2691588

Rosemary looked in wonder at the paper house that had folded from behind the picture. The buzzing of suppressed emotion and fears seemed to lessen as she focused upon the beauty of James' imagination. She had forgotten what it was like to be inside a dream, to be in control of a dream, because James did seem to be in control, surprisingly so, and she could sense Ben beginning to relax too. It was refreshing to be so relaxed during sleep.

James folded up his paper house and a tiny bird escaped as the photo frame once again met the wall. The little bird was only just larger than one of the buttons on Rosemary's blouse. It fluttered around the room, singing much more loudly than something so tiny -- and made of paper -- should be able to. It flew up towards the ceiling which melted away and turned into sky. Rosemary looked at James, whose eyes were focused on the paper creature, watching it with childlike pleasure. When it had flown too high to be distinguished from the white clouds, the sky metamorphosed back into the off-white, papered ceiling. James blinked, returning to the room.

Rosemary smiled at him, showing she appreciated the beauty of what he had created, before turning to Ben. "You're the one with the most experience," she said. "Perhaps you should show us what you can do?" She gave him a grin, giving him permission to show off, to impress her -- it wouldn't be that hard, she thought.