Deep in her dreaming, she found the forest she once knew as a child. The pixies who told her stories, the goblins that played hide-and-go-seek in the gullies, even the mean old witch who lived in the hollow tree – they were all still there.
“Of course we’re still here,” said the pixies. “This is our home. You’re the one who left!”
“You abandoned us for your growing up, didn’t you?” The witch’s voice still sounded as hoarse and bitter as she remembered. “Didn’t you ever realize that growing up and friends like us are not mutually exclusive?”
She sat down on a fallen tree as the realization washed over her. “I never did.”
“At least you’re here now,” said the goblins, hugging her knees. “We’ve missed you so.”