I snuggled with Eli and talked quietly with him after everyone else had gone to sleep last night. Ah, boy cuddles.
Eli: Mama, I think I only have one story in my head.
Mama: Why do you think you only have one story in your head?
Eli: Every night I have the same dream. I dream that a train comes straight out of my body, flies up to the sky, and after a while comes back again.
Mama: What does your train look like?
Eli: It's the color of air.
A neshama (soul) dream for sure...