Friday And A Bit
Dear Dairy,
The door slowly swings opens to reveal a small square room made from what looks like smooth white granite. My heart leaps into my throat.
Ivy and Tristan are here.
Even better, my father’s awake and alert.
I’ve spent hours sitting by Father’s bedside in his pocket realm. How many times have I imagined the color of his eyes?
The answer is that they’re purple, just like mine.
I soak in every detail of my father. Just like when he was asleep, Father wears red robes. His long face is accented with high cheekbones and a neat goatee and beard combo.
I’ve also pictured his smile a ton. Huh. He’s not grinning now. How odd. This is definitely one of those happy see you moments.
Maybe Father doesn’t know who I am.
“Hello, King Tristan.” I bow quickly. “I’m your
