I remember I dreamt, a sickly sweet dream, where I was laughing, in a world that would, always, only exists in my dreams. It was a simple thing, really, a day of a family outing, both my parents are there, and other people I cherish --perhaps, but she was well, and it was all that mattered to me, the highlight of that dream, like every other dream before it. We were at the sea, not close to what they call paradise, it was murky green, with jutting rocks on the shores. I was happy in that place, laughing merrily, not because of a stupid joke, but from utter happiness, a sensation I haven't felt for as long as I know.