I sigh again and drift into thought. Why does Nic always dream of unicorns? There has to be a deeper meaning to that. I mean, the most perverted of people... and unicorns. It just doesn't make sense.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting. — J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan