Work, sometimes. Us, a lot. About your futures, sometimes.And sometimes I just dream." You dream about dreaming, Mom?" No, Freddie. Sometimes your dre...ms aren't about anything here. Justpleasant dreams. Beaches. Mountains. Streams. Flying." Like Peter Pan and Wendy?" Sometimes, Sandy. Or sometimes just floating. Sometimes up, sometimesdown, softly like gently falling snow." That sounds wonderful." It can be. Like Judy in the "Wizard of Oz." You know, 'Somewhere ? Overthe rainbow.'" Bluebirds. Foolishly he must have said that out loud becausesomeone on the other end called out"That you Edmund!"It was Lucy.Edmund stepped out of the wardrobe to find Lucy waiting for him."Who were you talking to?" demanded Lucy"Erm no one, just mumbling," replied Edmund."So did you go to Narnia too?" asked Lucy."What are you talking about?" he responded"Narnia? You must have gone there. It's a magical world with lots ofamazing people. You can access it from inside the wardrobe."Peter and Susan, their. I did not say anything and back to my room. Next day I was engaged to my business meetings. In the evening I came back to the hotel. I took some vodka and watching a porn picture on the TV. After some time I heard knock at the door. As I opened the door I saw none other than my dream lady Indrani Halder. I let her to come in and she sat beside me on the sofa. Before opening the door I switched the TV off. She said “hallo, my name is…” I interrupted her and told that I knew her. I also told that. Writing has always been therapeutic for me. It let's me work out some of my demons and also lets me express myself. I suppose like a lot of other "girls" writing can also be where the life that we have and the fantasies that we dream about can happily meet. Feel free to send compliments or criticisms to [email protected] Wishes, TiffanyThe Sweetest EmbraceBy Tiffany V. AnneIt all began innocently enough last Friday night. Two or three years earlier I had told my wife about my.