Alice in Wonderland — The Little Boy's Dream

You're truly here, my beautiful Rose. I can't wait to show Father my drawing. I've drawn it three times already. He's going to be so proud of me. Look, Father, I told you I could draw a burr constrictor.

One day I'll become a painter. Antoine, how many times have I told you to stop wasting your time with drawings? That isn't even a boa constrictor. Now go back to your room and study your school books.

Antoine, didn't I tell you to stop with the drawing? You should spend your time studying if you want a good job in the future. But, Father, I want to be a painter. I love drawing, Father. Please, let me do No! What kind of child spends his free time drawing a boa constrictor?

Tomorrow you have an appointment with a school counsellor. She'll put you on the right path. I'm sorry, Madame Fournier. I can't stop drawing. It's all I ever want to do. When I grow up, I want to be a painter. I understand, Antoine.

But you need to focus on practical subjects like mathematics and geography. They'll help you get a job in the future. But I don't want a job like father's. I want to paint trees and animals.

Antoine, painters rarely make enough to live comfortably. But if you study well, you could become a doctor, or even a pilot, and fly around the world. Okay, Madame Fournier.

I'll give up drawing. and try my best at school from that day on i put my pencils away but the love of drawing stayed buried in the heart of the little boy who still lives in me years later as an adult i traded my dream of painting for the sky and enrolled in flight school to become a pilot after all these

that little boy still returns to me every night when i'm alone in my room in those moments, a single pencil, the faint smell of an old drawing book. They awaken him, I fall asleep, sad but safe, with his dreams still breathing quietly inside me. The next morning, after visiting my younger self, I felt an urge to escape.