Dear Francesca,

Last night I dreamt I was running along a sidewalk, wide sky overhead. My feet chanted the grey concrete, and my mind was clear. My body was free of pain, healed, unbroken. The sun sang across my skin, air flowed around me. I continued to run, passing more and more street signs, until the image faded and I awoke.

Oh, Francesca, it was so perfect, so real. I turned to look at the clock beside my bed. I had one more hour before my alarm would sound. I rolled back over, the dream suspended in my thoughts.

I will feel better, I must.

Yours,
Hannah Iona