Just as children’s milk teeth fall out, there may be a period when adults’ hopes fall out. I mean, I think there had been; otherwise, when did we lose all our dreams?

Perhaps they were swayed one by one. The gaps left behind have not been filled by stronger ones.

Will a dream fairy come to us for every dream we have lost? Will they leave a gift of consolation under our pillow while we sleep, so that we won’t grieve for what we have missed out on?