Another dream. More vivid than the night before.

Japan. Hillsides bursting with blooms ten feet tall. Sherbets. Whites. Pinks. I sat in the back as my parents drove. Telling my father I knew it was a dream, but how lucky were we to experience such beauty.

They dropped me off to meet up with Don. I left my chair behind. Because I wouldn't need it there. In my dream.

I ran to him. His arms embracing all I was. We trekked up a hillside. Grass reaching through snows reluctant to leave.

Anything was possible. In Japan.

The further up we went, the faster I could go. I thought about all the treatments I now would never need. I passed Don and he yelled for me to slow. His arms collecting my speed. He held me close and whispered, it was only a dream.

I have never been to Japan before. I do not know if its hillsides have colors, or grass that reaches through its snow. But now I want to go. To know if it was really what it seemed.

But at least I ran for a night. I saw colors I have never seen. And a freedom that will never leave. Because for now, all I have to do - in order to run - is sleep.