to the playground

You hear a noise.

An old man walks out of the bushes behind you and hands you a small pink dress, just your size.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, you smile, thank him and put it on.

He takes your hand and leads you over to the bushes, pointing through them. You look through and see a playground, kids of all ages going back and forth on swings, down slides, playing in the sandbox.

Along the side you see picnic tables and benches, laptops and paperwork in piles on them all and yet, there is not a single adult to be found except the old man beside you, smiling and telling you to join them.

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