“I dreamed I could fly,” the old man said, then spread his wings and vanished into the sky.
“I dreamed I was rich,” said the duchess, caressing diamonds and emeralds.
“I had a dream,” said the dancer who’d lost her legs long ago to disease. She bowed to the crowd and pirouetted with ease.
“I had a dream,” the professor said, stepping boldly to the computer.
“Me too,” said the cook with the glorious cake.
“Me too,” said the gardener, leaning on his rake.
Gemma shook herself awake, laid out their pills and dispensed them with love and warm tea.