Imagined Worlds

A profound division exists within the Gilbert family, dreamers against non-dreamers. While my Mom spends her nights parading through her imagined worlds, an airborne hero, my father sleeps fitfully, obsessing over reality. He and Sarah wrythe at the long-winded and fanciful dreams. And so we have a pact of sorts, a segregation of the dreamers and non-dreamers. Though Libby or I, the fellow dreams, might find ourselves charged with the task of recording our mother’s half-asleep retellings for later analysis, we stand by each other, for who else will listen to our imagined escapades if not for our fellow dreamers?