"A pilot, a doctor, a teacher and a tennis player
A professor, a scientist, an astronaut and a concert pianist
I can be all of these tomorrow, can I not?"
He looked eagerly at her face, waiting for the reply.
Fighting back tears, Maya adjusted his oxygen tube delicately, carefully.
"Absolutely, my love. Now rest."
This is written in response to the theme prompt 'Dreams'
for the week of 55-word posts over at
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