by Ella Kennen -
Sadie clattered down the stairs. “Cody, Cody, I had the best dream last night,” she shouted.
“Me too,” said Cody between bites of scrambled eggs.
“What did you dream about?” Sadie wanted to know.
“Me first?” asked Cody, swallowing his last bit of breakfast.
Sadie nodded. “Tell me, tell me, tell me.”
Cody cleared his throat. “First, we all moved.”
“To a big candy cane castle in the sky?” asked Sadie.
“Umm, no,” admitted Cody. “To Paris. But that’s still pretty neat, right?”
“Sure, Cody,” Sadie agreed sweetly.
“When we got there, we went walking around the city.”
“To visit the pyramids?” Sadie wanted to know.
“Uh, no,” Cody replied. “Those are in Egypt. We were in Paris, remember?” “Oh, right,” said Sadie. “Please continue.”
“But we did get to see the Louvre,” explained Cody.
“The luve?” repeated Sadie. “Is that a superfast sled?”
Cody hung his head. “No, Sadie. You’re thinking of the luge. The Louvre is a huge, famous museum in Paris.”
“Oh,” said Sadie. “That’s pretty neat.”
“Yes, it is,” agreed Cody. “We were walking around, looking at paintings, and then you had to –“
“Paint something myself!” Sadie interrupted.
Cody sighed. “Actually, you had to go to the bathroom. And I had help you get the soap and dry your hands. But you took so long that by the time we were through, the museum had closed. We were all alone.”
“With Mom, you mean,” Sadie clarified.
Cody shook his head. “Mom wasn’t there.”
“What do you mean, Mom wasn’t there? How could we go to a museum without Mom?”
Cody sighed louder. “It was just a dream remember?”
“Well, it’s still strange,” huffed Sadie. “Back to the dream. Were we stuck in the museum for weeks and months and years?”
“Actually, just overnight,” explained Cody. “We were settling in for the night, when suddenly we heard a sound.”
