The Little Dream Traveller
The visitor. She knows the way.
“I wish every dream feels safe.”
This is where her picture would be. There is not one, and there never was.
See you in Takatuka Land… after the rainbow bridge.
Every night she listens for the tiny silver bell, wiggles her toes exactly three times, and imagines a sky so blue that her whole bed feels light as a feather.
The story never says what she looks like. That is on purpose: she is whoever is holding the tablet.
