Flying Through Dream Doors

Dreams, you see, have doors. Invisible to most, but glowing softly to Luma’s enchanted eyes.

She’d glide gently through a swirl of sparkles into a dream, careful not to wake the sleeper. Inside, she might find a dragon learning ballet, or a penguin building a snowcastle in the sky. She might spot a lonely fox chasing the moon or a child searching for a lost melody.

Luma never stayed long, just enough to leave something behind:
a warm laugh, a missing puzzle piece, a memory of kindness.

And always, when she left, a tiny feather would fall and disappear into a twinkle.

The Dream That Needed Her Most

One night, Luma felt a tug deeper than any before. She followed it to a small cottage where a child slept soundlessly, curled tightly like a question mark.

Inside the dream, everything was gray. No color, no sound, no shape.

Luma flew gently around the silence, then began to sing. It was a song without words, just light and love and warmth. The gray began to melt.
Color flowed in like dawn, and the child smiled in their sleep for the first time in many nights.

Before she left, Luma tucked a rainbow-feathered charm near the child’s pillow. It shimmered only in moonlight, but its comfort lingered long after the stars faded.

So if you ever wake up feeling just a little lighter, a little stronger, or a little more you… Maybe, just maybe, the parrot who flies through dreams has visited. And maybe, she’s left you a gift.

The End !