Sometimes I dream about Xaverl at night.
During the day, I remember the good times
I spent with him.
I have lots of wonderful memories of him and the time we spent together.
In my mind I picture a hill
made of many colorful little packages.
Whenever I want to, I go to my hill
and take one of the packages.
Then I imagine opening it, and I think of the good times with Xaverl.
Some memories belong just to me and him.
Others I share with my friends.
When I’m finished, I pack the memories up again
and return the package to my dream hill.
Later, I take out another package.