Cutler 01 - Dawn

heart was full. I was off to do something I had always dreamt of doing, Jimmy sounded happier, and Daddy would soon be freed from prison.
    The hotel limousine turned, and we were off toward the airport.
    I couldn't help but remember the games Daddy and I used to play when I was very little and we were in the car and off to a new home.
    "Come on, Dawn," he would say. "Let's pretend. Where do you want to be this time? Alaska? The desert? On a ship? In an airplane?"
    "Oh, let her sleep, Ormand. It's late," Momma would say.
    "You tired, Dawn?"
    "No, Daddy," I would say, even though I could barely keep my eyes open.
    Jimmy was asleep on his side of the car.
    "So? Where shall it be this time?" Daddy asked again.
    "I think . . . an airplane," I said. "Soaring above the clouds."
    "And so it will be. Feel the lift-off," he said and laughed.
    A short while later I really was soaring above the clouds.
    Sometimes, when we dream hard enough, those dreams come true, I thought.
    And I looked ahead toward the long stretch of blue sky and dreamt of thousands of people in an audience listening to me sing.