“Me, mind? Of course not—never,” he said. “I should be asking that to you—it’s your place after all, your treasure island.” He sat down next to her, wishing he could return the favor with some sort of fantastical secret that she could find joy from, but he was hardly ever the spewing fountain of creativity or rhyme and reason.
But here, he could easily whisk away into a different existence. He didn’t have to be Asa when there wasn’t anyone who forced him to remember it. He didn’t have to be in California, or the United States, or planet Earth, living in a bare apartment with with nothing but photos and empty frames, waiting day after day just to wait for nothing. He could lose his mind here—and find his sanity.
“What do you dream of here?” he asked. “What sort of—what sort of things do you wish on, eh?”
Anette simply shrugged her shoulders in a reply to his comment. She wouldn’t really call it a treasure island, but more like a wonderful discovery. Either way, this location definitely made her work better, her drawings and writing improving by the day. Honestly, such a thing was wonderful and she was extremely thankful for this place because of that.
The silence was reassuring - it wasn’t one where it seemed that both didn’t know what to say, but were enjoying the moment and lost in the little peninsula of paradise. She blinked a few times upon hearing his question - not because she was startled by it, but. was more unsure of how to answer.
What did she dream of? Certainly, with all of the time that she has spent up here, she must remember something, right? A small chuckle came from her lips upon remembering the large variety of her dreams, her wishes, all of the things that occurred on this piece of land.
“I suppose to depends… Sometimes I imagine the present day and creating fantastic pieces of works. Others, I imagine how I’d like my current life to be… At times I think of my ideal future, too. It’s a large jumble of things, you could say.”