He closed his eyes, and he dreamed.
He saw her again, just like last night, next to the fountain, beneath the canopy of fluffy pink leaves.
“You,” he said.
“Grndlsnayf, pergalon,” she whispered back breathily.
“Yes,” he whispered back, leaning in and brushing his lips against hers in a kiss.
He took her hand in his. She smiled. They stood and watched the sunset over the cotton candy forest.
And then the carnivorous squirrels poured out of the trees and ate them.