I wasn’t awake. I knew that much. There was a floating feeling around me like I was just drifting around in space. I opened my eyes and rather than darkness, the world seemed painted in watercolors.
I had to be dreaming.
“Aren’t you precious?”
I frowned listening to the woman’s voice. I turned around and saw Candida kneeling in the grass. A small child offered her a flower and a bright smile.
The child had Candido’s hair and Candida’s eyes. He smiled innocently up at her. Candida lifted him into her arms.
“Could you put it in my hair? I think it would be safest there.”
The child nodded and leaned up, placing the flower in the bun her thick dark hair had been put in.
I smiled watching them. Candido couldn’t have been more than two or three years old.
A sound filled the air. Candida
