Sora snuggled down into the covers, his room a crowded mess of toys, books and favorite animals. His mom tucked in her tiny five-year-old son, and left him a kiss on the forehead.
"Good night, Sora. Have sweet dreams."
Sora tried to stay up later once his mom left, but he was a lot more tired than he wanted to be. Eventually, the familiar shapes of his bedroom vanished into the warm haze of sleep.
Usually his dreams were big and strange, sometimes even scary. But now, he was just on the beach, alone. He knew this was a dream because his mommy would never let him go to the island alone. And it was night, and he wasn't allowed to go at night