Prologue

My parents tell me all the time
That times are hard for dreamers
And then I'm told
That I'm not old enough to disagree

But when I'm looking out my window
I can see the world I'm dreaming
All around me

It's when I'm dreaming that my house becomes a giant snowglobe
And when I shake it I'm a snowflake floating down the street
And as I'm falling to the ground the world is reaching out to catch me
Though we've yet to really think

Rafael Poulain
Likes giving some looks
In his army doctor uniform
Always liked the idea of a daughter

But not so sure now that I got one

He likes to swim
But dislikes wet swimming suits

Likes to clean
And organize his tools

He likes his daughter in theory
But doesn't like it when he
Has to touch her