An Old Dream

Ewan was dreaming. 

He saw his young self happily hopping along a grassy path, toward a young girl, of the same age with him.

The young girl was squatting close to a river, throwing small stones into the calm water body, unaware of his approach.

When he noted that the girl was oblivious of his presence, he stopped hopping, and tiptoed toward her.

Standing right behind her, he covered her eyes with his small palms.

The girl didn't shriek as he had presumed. Rather, she smiled and called his name. 'Ewan.'

He sighed dramatically, and dropped his hands.

'What took you so long?' The girl turned to face him.

Ewan was startled by her blurred face.

Yet he heard himself speaking. 'Mother sent me on an errand. I'm sorry.'

'It's okay. You are here now. Do you want to play?'

Young Ewan smiled widely, bobbing his head. 'It's a pleasure, Princess…'