I walked into the living room this morning and Reeves was sitting quietly on the sofa gazing into space with a faint smile on his face. Usually, he’s either playing his DS or trying to convince me to let him play Xbox before school. I asked him if he was ok. He said he was. I asked if he was meditating. He said he’d had a great dream and he just couldn’t get it out of his head. We should all be so lucky.
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