Last night I dreamed of a magical Cafe called something like "Cafe de Tout des Mondes" which was almost impossible to find, but where the food was magically good, and where people's fondest wishes came true, and of the heartache that can be caused by people having different fondest desires.
It was almost good enough to write up as a story, but there were elements of it that I don't feel comfortable dealing with right now.
It was almost good enough to write up as a story, but there were elements of it that I don't feel comfortable dealing with right now.