I was floating in a beautiful garden, of sorts. As my back touched the ground, I sat up and rubbed my head. I recognized this as a place from my childhood. I wasn’t in control of my limbs, but I was seeing through my own eyes, coming to realize this was some sort of memory. I felt myself smile and turn toward a little girl frolicking in the garden.

A giggle keeled out of me as the sun tickled my cheeks. This dream was lovely. I myself was just a little girl, the vague ...