Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
He started slow, but soon had her trust, and together they began to weave their dreams. Their dreams were of adventures and far off lands. They would be Egyptian lovers in ancient times, or sworn enemies fighting great battles. The girl was a horse and the boy was her keeper. The girl was a bumblebee and the boy was a flower. They were siblings and rivals and predators and prey.
In a night’s sleep together they’d each experience a lifetime. Sometimes the lives were short and vivid, sometimes they were long and sprawling. During their dream, they’d forget that they were dreaming. And sometimes they’d be pulled apart. The boy would die in an accident. The girl would be killed by a jealous lover. But no matter how long each life took, they would always live the whole life, and awaken at the same moment, holding each other in a tight embrace.
And together, they lived a million million lives, outlandish ones and plain ones. They learned more about each other than anyone had ever learned about anyone else before. And then one day, the girl suggested something that they’d both been thinking for a long time. The dream that they had seen in their periphery, but had always avoided. The boy was scared. There was more that they still hadn’t experienced together.
And yet, stronger than his fear, the boy still wanted to answer the question of her laughter. So they laid down side-by-side, and dreamt of being each other.