...I do, too.

[It's easier, somehow, to be holding on to him. It keeps her anchored, and so she lets her fingers curl lightly in his shirt, unmindful of how it will wrinkle if she does. It's only a dream, after all, but this will help her to stay.]

Now. Indulge a mother's curiosity and tell me about your friends? It's one thing to watch you with them, but I want to hear what you think of them, yourself.