Dreaming

He’s usually so peaceful when he sleeps, but sometimes he starts twitching. I like to wonder what he’s dreaming about. Maybe it’s me. Probably not. I bet he’s dreaming of something ridiculous like space dinosaurs or giant four-cheese pizza – that’s his favourite. The problem is that he never remembers. I wish I could get in that head and take a look for myself. I bet it’s incredible in there.