“Dream along, dreamer,” she said.

(I believe it was her.)

“Oh yeah?” said the guy?

(I believe it was him.)

“It’s been a while since someone called me a dreamer … I must’ve been a kid. Guess I stopped somewhere along the way. I might’ve thought it was dumb. –Here’s to you –” he sparked the joint.

“I’m gonna dream of sheep. In a field between hills, under moonlight. Jumping over a fence . . .

*

“Ha!” she said. “Get in a car with me, I’ll take you for a ride.”

“Where? It’s 11:30pm.”

“To the hills!” she said. “And moonlight.”