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"How did I get here?" I can barely open my eyes as I somehow find myself inside a wrecked aviator plane. Slowly getting up from where I lay, I can only make up so little of where I am due from the whirling sands that constantly blow my way. No matter how much I rub the sands away from my vision, I eventually give up and try to get down.My legs are short and slightly weak, so I slide myself out from its surface. Luckily, I land on pure sandy land and the scenery clears away from the winds that make looking around difficult earlier. As I am trying to get a good view of my surroundings, I try to check what's currently on me in the hopes I get a better look. "Strange, I've never had these clothes before." Upon saying that, I reach out slowly and take out the goggles that have been sitting on my head all this time. I use it to see my overall reflection. "Aviator clothes? That means!" From where I stand, I just had a feeling he might be close. I start to run for whichever path may lead me to him. I haven't gone through several steps when I find him right where he found his "end." Here he is. "The Little Prince..Little Prince! What're you doing over there?" I grab his wrist and have him face me. Seeing him again in this exact same place, he is still full of life, like he never left, like he never tires. His blonde hair shines along with his long golden scarf under the sun."Hello, will you please draw me a plane?" That is the first thing he says, completely ignoring my question. "Ah..Alright! I will! But let's leave this spot first." He goes silent for a while, probably in another wonder. "Where do we go?" He asks."At the spot where my plane is right now, come follow me." I hold out my hand to him then he takes it. Now moving towards where I was the first time. He doesn't say a word until we finally arrive. He says once again. "Will you draw me a plane?"I ask, "Why do you want me to draw a plane?" He on the other hand explains how he wants his plane to be. "I want my plane to be as light as it flights, smooth and gentle as it goes." What I draw first is, a man navigating through with just the wings. The little prince chuckles. "It's just too much for a man to carry me, don't you think?" I cross my arms and think for a bit, 'Something light, smooth and gentle as it goes.' I start to draw on the pad I found a short a while ago, and came up up with, "How about this?" I hold up the pad in front of him with a grin. He takes the pad and eyes it with so much delight. "This is the one!" What is drawn is simply a paper plane. Then I start to think about the downside of a paper plane and I say. "Are you sure about that one? When it's such a pretty fragile little thing." He looks at me with a mystifying look. "The fragile it is, makes it very precious. To be protected as well as strengthened." Starts to walk a few steps and says. "The thing about the paper itself is that it can take you to places even ones beyond the imagination.""Just like how it can turn into something that flies." He blows the pages away as it flutters through the air that is now taking shape of an actual paper plane. The sight is astonishing, we both run towards it in excitement. "Well, let's give it a test drive shall we? Hop in, I'll give it a boost!" I say. He climbs on it, and as he is now secure in his position I start to push it with all my might until it finally takes off, thanks to the sudden gush of wind. Am about to climb on, until it gradually flies off too far from the ground. "Wait!" I scream while running after it.He whirls up and up in the air until the sunlight blinds me completely. Now, I find myself in front of my study desk, with drawings scattered around, mostly drawings of the first journey with the little prince and bits of dreams I have of him. "I must've been drawing non-stop.." I mutter to myself.As I look at the time, it is already 7:00 am. Just in time to freshen up and get some breakfast! I get up and do some stretches and small exercises. Brush my teeth and wash up quickly. Then, I head down to eat. Ah the smell of freshly cooked pancakes, "Good morning mom." She sets the pancakes down and greets me back. "Good morning sweetie. Did you sleep well?"I take a bite of the pancake, and I begin to tell her about the dreams I've been having and how I frequently don't fall asleep at my own bed. "So mom, I've been drawing them all down after each time I have them. They tend to be short, light, and different each time. But what I got this time felt like a message." I stop and look at her, searching for something through her eyes. My mom looks back at me her eyes furrow as she thinks. "Sweetie, there's nothing much to do and anywhere to go to at this quarantined time. How about, setting up your telescope and watch above tonight. You can call it a change of phase. It's been a while." "Will you come join me tonight?" I ask her as my eyes light up with the idea."Of course. Let's set up by noon. Get the snacks and blankets ready, just like how you like it." She playfully pokes my nose. "Right! Let's go see him again!" The sun is almost about to set, so mom and I start to bring up the things we need to gaze upon the stars above. We carried the telescope first since it's pretty hard to carry it all the way up the roof. "It's a good thing our roof's really flat huh." I giggle as we both set it up in place. "Sure is, otherwise it'd be difficult to even bring it back down later." She agrees. We sit down on foldable chairs. "So we have everything here now?" Mom asks me while checking on every single thing. "They're all here." I say as I ready the telescope for viewing. Taking a sip of hot chocolate, and setting it down on my lap. "Truth is mom, these dreams I've been having they aren't just bad at the beginning of each of them, but before I had them, they were full nightmares, or do I see anything at all." Mom wraps a blanket around me and listens.Here's how they go after having nightmares all the time. I'm in a terrifying state at first but as I go through until it gradually turns lighter and I see him there."I'm so sorry, it hasn't been great lately, that it must've caused all that." She pulls me into a hug and caresses my head for a bit. "It's alright, on the good note it felt like he kept saving me." I give her a smile stand up to adjust the telescope for a bit. "Let's go start looking for him, shall we?" Mom says as we gaze into the sky. I close my eyes, trying to hear him somewhere among the stars. I can hear him bit by bit, imagining him flying around the galaxy with bright red balloons to carry him on each planet he wanted to visit in. 'All those travels must've been an adventure.' I keep searching through my mind of his whereabouts, his presence until I feel a drop of water on my cheeks. "Rain?" I look up as the sky suddenly has a huge downpour, that mom and I hurriedly took all our stuff down to not get anything or ourselves get wet. I sigh in disappointment, after bringing all of our things back down. "He feels so close mom..He feels so close and it had to rain." I grumble and sit down in frustration. "I know sweetie." She sits beside me and holds me close. "If you felt that he was getting close, he might just come around soon enough would he?" Now winking at me. I look at her feeling confused by what she just said. Until I finally realize what she meant."You know what mom? I'll head back to my room. Goodnight!" I kiss her cheek and rush upstairs.I take a shower, then put on my pajamas. Now setting up my desk again, ready to draw some more. I don't particularly have anything in mind when I sit to draw, I just let my mind and my hands create what could be created. My real plan is to be seated in front of the window and see what could happen. Scribble here, scribble there, I draw whatever comes to mind, I snack. Every move I make consists of drawing, ponder, snack, draw, ponder, snack, until it's nothing but a repetitive cycle to pass time as I wait for something. A miracle? A sign? I no longer know what I'm even waiting here for until I finally fell asleep on my desk again. I can hear a gust of wind blowing, but I don't see anything at all, but subtle wind. For some reason, it keeps getting louder, and louder. Until I can feel it brushing through my hair. It's also getting stronger as I feel the papers on my desk on the verge of flying away. Then, the strike of lightning wakes me up from my sleep. I jolt from my seat and see the storm unfolding right before me, the rain was pouring down harshly, it's hard to see anything. The papers on my desk started fluttering violently and now fluttering around me, blocking a clear view of outside even more. I struggle to grab all the papers and keep them from scattering everywhere. It was even harder to get close to the window, hoping to close it down to keep the winds from creating more chaos than ever. Then thunder claps once again, papers flew aggressively that I duck onto the floor due to the fear that shot through my body. Now hugging my knees waiting and praying for everything to go quiet. Suddenly, something drops gently onto my side. Slowly looking around at the now quiet down room, I lay my eyes on a paper plane. I reach for it and carefully hold it so it wouldn't crumple. I sit back in front of my desk again and lay it there. The paper's peculiarly in not much of bad shape, just slightly wet, it's as if the storm wasn't able to touch this little thing at all. 'I wonder, why is that so?', 'It wouldn't have made it here in one piece.', 'Even if it were able to be hidden in the trees, it still would've gotten very wet.' So many questions running on to my mind, I'm beginning to think I just imagined all of that completely, but how could I have imagined all that when I can still feel drenched from that fiasco earlier? The questions of the occurrences of my dreams are starting to overlap too. Until I finally decided to force my brain to stop tinkering all at once. The paper plane has words written on it, words identifiable and ones hard to read from as they are cut off due to its folded parts. It looks newly done, but I'm hesitating to unfold it. Afraid yet curious about what I'm about to see. 'Is it worth it? Worth the time in the hopes that could lead me to a dear friend?'I close my eyes and brace myself in unfolding it. As it now lay flat, I see the same page the pilot has sent flying to me when I first moved in next to his uniquely built house. Things get stranger as it starts to glow golden light. It's growing stronger. I shield my eyes from that strong light, as it slowly dies down and I hear a voice. "Hello." The voice says. I slowly put down my arms to now visibly see The Little Prince before me. "How?" Was the first thing I uttered. "See? I told you flying on a paper plane is possible." Back at his knack in evading a question."There was a storm, and everything, yet you nor the plane got wet!" I exclaim."Would you mind getting me down please?" He requests, so I put him down gently from the table. No matter where you look at him, he is really dry and very well protected from the storm just now. Yet I notice he shivers a little. "Hold on let me make some hot choco, to warm ourselves up." Without another word, I rush downstairs to make them. Rushing upstairs right away after. "Here you go." I hand the drink to him."Thank you." He took a sip. I peek at him as I sip mine, and ask. "So? How do you find the drink? All warmed up?" "All warmed up." He chuckles, his eyes look around the room, and now his gaze lands on me. "Hm, something wrong?" He looks up and says. "It's so strange, Earth is vast and is a lot of things. People are everywhere. But now, life is unseen. Why is that?" The question catches me off guard, so I explain it to him. "The world had to go silent, people like myself had to stay quarantined in our homes to at least lessen the spread of illness." "How dreadful." The golden hair boy now has a sullen look on his face. Currently contemplating hard with the drink on his hands. Yet his mind I still couldn't get around it no matter how I try. "It's ironic, isn't it? The planet you live in is just as small as this bedroom, but you're out and free. While we're inside and stuck." Laughing a bit bitterly at my own response."It is ironic, but even a rose had to be encased in order to not get sick. Tinier than my planet alone." His eyes glistened as he stares at his own reflection over the chocolaty liquid in his mug. "You mean your rose?" He nods at the question proceeds. "Yet she isn't trapped in there forever, eventually when the tide's right I'd let her out of that shell to breathe in the fresh air once again."I lean on my chair and look out the window sighing, the feeling of longing is emerging once again. "Time is running out on us. There's so much we need to do, and so much we could do on this planet. It's so..so frustrating." Rubbing my face with my hands in frustration. "Time is invisible until the mind wonders." I lock eyes with him as he proceeds to tell me about the Timeless Planet he visited with his magical paper plane. Just like Earth, the planet contains people and places. Where clocks and calendars are taboo to people. They function just the same as earth, but merely night, and day. They move and carry on as they wanted to. They were happy, no one was suffering in any way. "Sounds like fun." I tell him, and he shakes his head then continues.."It sounds nice at first but along the way, there are people aware of time and they were miserable, moaning endlessly in demise." His eyes still lock with mine as if he's looking for answers through my own. "Guess I'd go with the timeless ones." I tell him with a shrug. "The people who aren't aware of the time may be happy, yet they have no connection to anyone but themselves. People who are aware of only time, ponder to themselves but as they mingle with people who know nothing of such that they get shunned away." I start to fidget on how this is getting confusing, yet painfully true as I reflect on it silently until I muster up the courage to ask."Why do they shun them away?"He stands up, takes my hand, and makes me sit on the floor with him, the moonlight making his appearance just as beautiful as he looks during sunrise. "Just like you, and the people on Earth, you tend to push out what you don't understand. What you refuse to face and embrace. Only, unlike that planet, you balance both. That makes you steadily rooted on your grounds." At that moment, I realize once again how his mind works really differently from mine. He sees no through just one way, but different ways in regards to a topic. He's seen the possible and impossible. He himself was the very definition of impossible. Yet he's here, talking to me in my very own room. I stand up, without responding to his last thought, and take out some blankets. I wrap one on him. And one on myself. I lie down, while he stays seated while leaning on the side of my bed. Little Prince is now looking at my desk, my mess of a desk full of papers with my sketches on them. "Are you curious? What those drawings meant?" "I am, and you've drawn so many. " He says. "Those are the nightmares and dreams I've been seeing, and I draw them the moment I wake up from them. Oddly enough when things were getting terrifying, you always appear at such a right time." Chuckling a bit on that last part, since I thought of how cheesy it may sound despite it being the truth."I have always been with you." The young boy starts. "As I travel I always seem to hear you crying, your heart crying, even as I sleep peacefully and until I finally reached your home." He caresses my hair as he continues to speak. "How is that possible?" I ask, but this time I no longer feel surprised. "The places, no matter where we are, they have always been close. Only boundaries are up and shielded from your vision. It is difficult to walk through places, to meet halfway. But isn't that what makes the world unfair? Yet fair enough to know you live in the very same stardust of what this planet's made of?" "Hey..will you hold my hand?" I ask him as I can feel my lips quiver, now on the verge to cry. He does what I requested, and holds my hand gently. "Those dreams won't have to bother you anymore." You can sense reassurance and honesty in his voice that I start crying completely. The words he spoke, it's still as difficult to process, but they always form into a proper conclusion in the end. I miss friends, outside and life itself. Though it doesn't mean I'm wasting and missing on it at all. "I missed you." I murmur, now lulling myself to sleep. He must've heard me and says.."I missed you too, goodnight." Falling asleep completely I find myself in the paper plane with the Little Prince. I am too excited and in awe with what I'm seeing in this vast space. He looks at me and gives me a bright smile, and I responded the same. The sunlight then completely wraps us in its warmth, that I wake from it.I stretch out and look around. "Was that a dream?" I say to myself. As I reach my desk, I saw a sketch I have never seen before.It was me and the prince drinking the hot chocolate I made right after he flew in. From that alone, I know everything that happened last night was no dream. I lift it up and a note drops from it."We'll meet again." That one sentence was enough to fill the emptiness I have been feeling for the past months. This was definitely just the beginning.."…Until we meet again."

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"How did I get here?" I can barely open my eyes as I somehow find myself inside a wrecked aviator plane. Slowly getting up from where I lay, I can only make up so little of where I am due from the whirling sands that constantly blow my way. No matter how much I rub the sands away from my vision, I eventually give up and try to get down.My legs are short and slightly weak, so I slide myself out from its surface. Luckily, I land on pure sandy land and the scenery clears away from the winds that make looking around difficult earlier. As I am trying to get a good view of my surroundings, I try to check what's currently on me in the hopes I get a better look. "Strange, I've never had these clothes before." Upon saying that, I reach out slowly and take out the goggles that have been sitting on my head all this time. I use it to see my overall reflection. "Aviator clothes? That means!" From where I stand, I just had a feeling he might be close. I start to run for whichever path may lead me to him. I haven't gone through several steps when I find him right where he found his "end." Here he is. "The Little Prince..Little Prince! What're you doing over there?" I grab his wrist and have him face me. Seeing him again in this exact same place, he is still full of life, like he never left, like he never tires. His blonde hair shines along with his long golden scarf under the sun."Hello, will you please draw me a plane?" That is the first thing he says, completely ignoring my question. "Ah..Alright! I will! But let's leave this spot first." He goes silent for a while, probably in another wonder. "Where do we go?" He asks."At the spot where my plane is right now, come follow me." I hold out my hand to him then he takes it. Now moving towards where I was the first time. He doesn't say a word until we finally arrive. He says once again. "Will you draw me a plane?"I ask, "Why do you want me to draw a plane?" He on the other hand explains how he wants his plane to be. "I want my plane to be as light as it flights, smooth and gentle as it goes." What I draw first is, a man navigating through with just the wings. The little prince chuckles. "It's just too much for a man to carry me, don't you think?" I cross my arms and think for a bit, 'Something light, smooth and gentle as it goes.' I start to draw on the pad I found a short a while ago, and came up up with, "How about this?" I hold up the pad in front of him with a grin. He takes the pad and eyes it with so much delight. "This is the one!" What is drawn is simply a paper plane. Then I start to think about the downside of a paper plane and I say. "Are you sure about that one? When it's such a pretty fragile little thing." He looks at me with a mystifying look. "The fragile it is, makes it very precious. To be protected as well as strengthened." Starts to walk a few steps and says. "The thing about the paper itself is that it can take you to places even ones beyond the imagination.""Just like how it can turn into something that flies." He blows the pages away as it flutters through the air that is now taking shape of an actual paper plane. The sight is astonishing, we both run towards it in excitement. "Well, let's give it a test drive shall we? Hop in, I'll give it a boost!" I say. He climbs on it, and as he is now secure in his position I start to push it with all my might until it finally takes off, thanks to the sudden gush of wind. Am about to climb on, until it gradually flies off too far from the ground. "Wait!" I scream while running after it.He whirls up and up in the air until the sunlight blinds me completely. Now, I find myself in front of my study desk, with drawings scattered around, mostly drawings of the first journey with the little prince and bits of dreams I have of him. "I must've been drawing non-stop.." I mutter to myself.As I look at the time, it is already 7:00 am. Just in time to freshen up and get some breakfast! I get up and do some stretches and small exercises. Brush my teeth and wash up quickly. Then, I head down to eat. Ah the smell of freshly cooked pancakes, "Good morning mom." She sets the pancakes down and greets me back. "Good morning sweetie. Did you sleep well?"I take a bite of the pancake, and I begin to tell her about the dreams I've been having and how I frequently don't fall asleep at my own bed. "So mom, I've been drawing them all down after each time I have them. They tend to be short, light, and different each time. But what I got this time felt like a message." I stop and look at her, searching for something through her eyes. My mom looks back at me her eyes furrow as she thinks. "Sweetie, there's nothing much to do and anywhere to go to at this quarantined time. How about, setting up your telescope and watch above tonight. You can call it a change of phase. It's been a while." "Will you come join me tonight?" I ask her as my eyes light up with the idea."Of course. Let's set up by noon. Get the snacks and blankets ready, just like how you like it." She playfully pokes my nose. "Right! Let's go see him again!" The sun is almost about to set, so mom and I start to bring up the things we need to gaze upon the stars above. We carried the telescope first since it's pretty hard to carry it all the way up the roof. "It's a good thing our roof's really flat huh." I giggle as we both set it up in place. "Sure is, otherwise it'd be difficult to even bring it back down later." She agrees. We sit down on foldable chairs. "So we have everything here now?" Mom asks me while checking on every single thing. "They're all here." I say as I ready the telescope for viewing. Taking a sip of hot chocolate, and setting it down on my lap. "Truth is mom, these dreams I've been having they aren't just bad at the beginning of each of them, but before I had them, they were full nightmares, or do I see anything at all." Mom wraps a blanket around me and listens.Here's how they go after having nightmares all the time. I'm in a terrifying state at first but as I go through until it gradually turns lighter and I see him there."I'm so sorry, it hasn't been great lately, that it must've caused all that." She pulls me into a hug and caresses my head for a bit. "It's alright, on the good note it felt like he kept saving me." I give her a smile stand up to adjust the telescope for a bit. "Let's go start looking for him, shall we?" Mom says as we gaze into the sky. I close my eyes, trying to hear him somewhere among the stars. I can hear him bit by bit, imagining him flying around the galaxy with bright red balloons to carry him on each planet he wanted to visit in. 'All those travels must've been an adventure.' I keep searching through my mind of his whereabouts, his presence until I feel a drop of water on my cheeks. "Rain?" I look up as the sky suddenly has a huge downpour, that mom and I hurriedly took all our stuff down to not get anything or ourselves get wet. I sigh in disappointment, after bringing all of our things back down. "He feels so close mom..He feels so close and it had to rain." I grumble and sit down in frustration. "I know sweetie." She sits beside me and holds me close. "If you felt that he was getting close, he might just come around soon enough would he?" Now winking at me. I look at her feeling confused by what she just said. Until I finally realize what she meant."You know what mom? I'll head back to my room. Goodnight!" I kiss her cheek and rush upstairs.I take a shower, then put on my pajamas. Now setting up my desk again, ready to draw some more. I don't particularly have anything in mind when I sit to draw, I just let my mind and my hands create what could be created. My real plan is to be seated in front of the window and see what could happen. Scribble here, scribble there, I draw whatever comes to mind, I snack. Every move I make consists of drawing, ponder, snack, draw, ponder, snack, until it's nothing but a repetitive cycle to pass time as I wait for something. A miracle? A sign? I no longer know what I'm even waiting here for until I finally fell asleep on my desk again. I can hear a gust of wind blowing, but I don't see anything at all, but subtle wind. For some reason, it keeps getting louder, and louder. Until I can feel it brushing through my hair. It's also getting stronger as I feel the papers on my desk on the verge of flying away. Then, the strike of lightning wakes me up from my sleep. I jolt from my seat and see the storm unfolding right before me, the rain was pouring down harshly, it's hard to see anything. The papers on my desk started fluttering violently and now fluttering around me, blocking a clear view of outside even more. I struggle to grab all the papers and keep them from scattering everywhere. It was even harder to get close to the window, hoping to close it down to keep the winds from creating more chaos than ever. Then thunder claps once again, papers flew aggressively that I duck onto the floor due to the fear that shot through my body. Now hugging my knees waiting and praying for everything to go quiet. Suddenly, something drops gently onto my side. Slowly looking around at the now quiet down room, I lay my eyes on a paper plane. I reach for it and carefully hold it so it wouldn't crumple. I sit back in front of my desk again and lay it there. The paper's peculiarly in not much of bad shape, just slightly wet, it's as if the storm wasn't able to touch this little thing at all. 'I wonder, why is that so?', 'It wouldn't have made it here in one piece.', 'Even if it were able to be hidden in the trees, it still would've gotten very wet.' So many questions running on to my mind, I'm beginning to think I just imagined all of that completely, but how could I have imagined all that when I can still feel drenched from that fiasco earlier? The questions of the occurrences of my dreams are starting to overlap too. Until I finally decided to force my brain to stop tinkering all at once. The paper plane has words written on it, words identifiable and ones hard to read from as they are cut off due to its folded parts. It looks newly done, but I'm hesitating to unfold it. Afraid yet curious about what I'm about to see. 'Is it worth it? Worth the time in the hopes that could lead me to a dear friend?'I close my eyes and brace myself in unfolding it. As it now lay flat, I see the same page the pilot has sent flying to me when I first moved in next to his uniquely built house. Things get stranger as it starts to glow golden light. It's growing stronger. I shield my eyes from that strong light, as it slowly dies down and I hear a voice. "Hello." The voice says. I slowly put down my arms to now visibly see The Little Prince before me. "How?" Was the first thing I uttered. "See? I told you flying on a paper plane is possible." Back at his knack in evading a question."There was a storm, and everything, yet you nor the plane got wet!" I exclaim."Would you mind getting me down please?" He requests, so I put him down gently from the table. No matter where you look at him, he is really dry and very well protected from the storm just now. Yet I notice he shivers a little. "Hold on let me make some hot choco, to warm ourselves up." Without another word, I rush downstairs to make them. Rushing upstairs right away after. "Here you go." I hand the drink to him."Thank you." He took a sip. I peek at him as I sip mine, and ask. "So? How do you find the drink? All warmed up?" "All warmed up." He chuckles, his eyes look around the room, and now his gaze lands on me. "Hm, something wrong?" He looks up and says. "It's so strange, Earth is vast and is a lot of things. People are everywhere. But now, life is unseen. Why is that?" The question catches me off guard, so I explain it to him. "The world had to go silent, people like myself had to stay quarantined in our homes to at least lessen the spread of illness." "How dreadful." The golden hair boy now has a sullen look on his face. Currently contemplating hard with the drink on his hands. Yet his mind I still couldn't get around it no matter how I try. "It's ironic, isn't it? The planet you live in is just as small as this bedroom, but you're out and free. While we're inside and stuck." Laughing a bit bitterly at my own response."It is ironic, but even a rose had to be encased in order to not get sick. Tinier than my planet alone." His eyes glistened as he stares at his own reflection over the chocolaty liquid in his mug. "You mean your rose?" He nods at the question proceeds. "Yet she isn't trapped in there forever, eventually when the tide's right I'd let her out of that shell to breathe in the fresh air once again."I lean on my chair and look out the window sighing, the feeling of longing is emerging once again. "Time is running out on us. There's so much we need to do, and so much we could do on this planet. It's so..so frustrating." Rubbing my face with my hands in frustration. "Time is invisible until the mind wonders." I lock eyes with him as he proceeds to tell me about the Timeless Planet he visited with his magical paper plane. Just like Earth, the planet contains people and places. Where clocks and calendars are taboo to people. They function just the same as earth, but merely night, and day. They move and carry on as they wanted to. They were happy, no one was suffering in any way. "Sounds like fun." I tell him, and he shakes his head then continues.."It sounds nice at first but along the way, there are people aware of time and they were miserable, moaning endlessly in demise." His eyes still lock with mine as if he's looking for answers through my own. "Guess I'd go with the timeless ones." I tell him with a shrug. "The people who aren't aware of the time may be happy, yet they have no connection to anyone but themselves. People who are aware of only time, ponder to themselves but as they mingle with people who know nothing of such that they get shunned away." I start to fidget on how this is getting confusing, yet painfully true as I reflect on it silently until I muster up the courage to ask."Why do they shun them away?"He stands up, takes my hand, and makes me sit on the floor with him, the moonlight making his appearance just as beautiful as he looks during sunrise. "Just like you, and the people on Earth, you tend to push out what you don't understand. What you refuse to face and embrace. Only, unlike that planet, you balance both. That makes you steadily rooted on your grounds." At that moment, I realize once again how his mind works really differently from mine. He sees no through just one way, but different ways in regards to a topic. He's seen the possible and impossible. He himself was the very definition of impossible. Yet he's here, talking to me in my very own room. I stand up, without responding to his last thought, and take out some blankets. I wrap one on him. And one on myself. I lie down, while he stays seated while leaning on the side of my bed. Little Prince is now looking at my desk, my mess of a desk full of papers with my sketches on them. "Are you curious? What those drawings meant?" "I am, and you've drawn so many. " He says. "Those are the nightmares and dreams I've been seeing, and I draw them the moment I wake up from them. Oddly enough when things were getting terrifying, you always appear at such a right time." Chuckling a bit on that last part, since I thought of how cheesy it may sound despite it being the truth."I have always been with you." The young boy starts. "As I travel I always seem to hear you crying, your heart crying, even as I sleep peacefully and until I finally reached your home." He caresses my hair as he continues to speak. "How is that possible?" I ask, but this time I no longer feel surprised. "The places, no matter where we are, they have always been close. Only boundaries are up and shielded from your vision. It is difficult to walk through places, to meet halfway. But isn't that what makes the world unfair? Yet fair enough to know you live in the very same stardust of what this planet's made of?" "Hey..will you hold my hand?" I ask him as I can feel my lips quiver, now on the verge to cry. He does what I requested, and holds my hand gently. "Those dreams won't have to bother you anymore." You can sense reassurance and honesty in his voice that I start crying completely. The words he spoke, it's still as difficult to process, but they always form into a proper conclusion in the end. I miss friends, outside and life itself. Though it doesn't mean I'm wasting and missing on it at all. "I missed you." I murmur, now lulling myself to sleep. He must've heard me and says.."I missed you too, goodnight." Falling asleep completely I find myself in the paper plane with the Little Prince. I am too excited and in awe with what I'm seeing in this vast space. He looks at me and gives me a bright smile, and I responded the same. The sunlight then completely wraps us in its warmth, that I wake from it.I stretch out and look around. "Was that a dream?" I say to myself. As I reach my desk, I saw a sketch I have never seen before.It was me and the prince drinking the hot chocolate I made right after he flew in. From that alone, I know everything that happened last night was no dream. I lift it up and a note drops from it."We'll meet again." That one sentence was enough to fill the emptiness I have been feeling for the past months. This was definitely just the beginning.."…Until we meet again."