a little piece in the picture.: Fighting Dragons With You.

I dreamed that i had a little sister.

She was about seven to eight years old, and we were just walking around what looked like an amusement park because i remember the Ferris wheel, with me clutching her dainty, little palm tightly in my own.

I asked her if she enjoyed all the rides she's been on, and she nodded her head vigorously and jabbered on about it, although i can't remember what she was telling me specifically, but i do remember what she looked like as i twirled her around and felt her petite arms encircled my waist.

She wore a faded floral print, long sleeved T-shirt with a light coloured pair of tights, brown coloured boots and a purple butterfly hairband that sparkled in the rays of sunshine. She had frizzy, black hair that was bunched up in a messy knot on top of her head, and her eyes were so round i tentatively wondered whose genes she got such alluring eyes from. Certainly not my dad, i actually thought to myself as we continued on with our languid walk around the park. She had the pinkest of pink complexion, and it was actually her skin colour that i remembered so distinctly, because it reminded me of how my sisters and I looked, really, looked like.

Well, she was my little sister, in my dream.

I was still holding hands with her wherever we went, just the two of us in an amusement park i couldn't remember much of, just that everything was so vibrantly colourful it should have hurt, but it didn't. What i do remember, is how securely her hand was in mine, just roaming around, not doing much, yet doing everything in that perfect little moment encapsulated within my dream.

Then, she was standing on a bench, gazing at the people ambling pass us in a dizzying haze, and my arms naturally wrapped themselves around her slight torso, and then i gave her a peck on her soft cheek. She was so warm to cuddle, and she smiled excitedly as she animatedly told me something, and i recalled nodding my head along and joined her in what seemed like a very passionate discussion.

& even though we were in an amusement park, we didn't get on any of the rides. I don't remember getting on them, anyway. It was just my little sister and I, clutching hands tightly as we went along different alleys into different roads and different stores, allowing the wind to guide us whichever way it deemed fit.

It all felt so natural, just being with this little girl as we swayed against the breeze. Even though I've never seen her before in the entire 18 years of my life here, I did not possess a single doubt that this tiny tot with the fair complexion, with the rosy cheeks, the frizzy black coloured hair and radiantly sparkling eyes was my little sister, the younger sibling i wished i always had and prayed endlessly for when i had no one to play dress up with or go dancing in the rain with me. & at least, for a few seconds in dreamland, i had the opportunity of meeting her, even if it would last but for a few minutes only. For that one moment in my dream, we laughed and we chatted and we shared candy floss. Her features were as clear as day to me, as distinctive as anyone I'll ever meet in reality.

But most of all, it was the warmth of her small, tiny palm pressed against mine that i remembered the most, her torso that fitted just so into the nook of my arms as we stood there, people watching, just languishing in the clear, cool air and observing as the world passed us by in a blur.

It was just for a few seconds, but it was like I've known this girl for a lifetime. Like I've been siblings with her all along, that she wasn't a figment in my dream, that she was real, that i actually grew up with her and witnessed as she grew up with me.

However, it all ended without a warning, without a single signal. The scenery changed, i don't remember letting go of her hands, but somehow i knew that she wasn't there with me anymore, wasn't there to wonder and speculate at this morphed environment. Soon, she was no more than a passing image dissolving in the background as i went on dreamily, already wandering off, that little girl forgotten, already a faded picture tucked into a corner with the rest of my previous whimsical dreams.

I wished she was here with me though, to whisper with me in the middle of the night when both of us can't fall asleep just yet, to share stories from school, to share clothes and shoes and pretty accessories, to laugh together at the silliest things and to cry when a someone dies in a movie. To be comfortable in an amiable silence, to be boisterously loud when the silence gets unbearable, to pull dramatic acts at our parents and sing along deafeningly to every Taylor Swift song played on the radio. I want to share my preferred taste in music with her, swap books with her, share secrets i don't ever want to share with anyone else but her, fight with her, go in-line skating with her, annoy the living daylights out of her, draw smiley faces and big heart shapes on her arm. To give each other advice and giggle endlessly about our crushes, to lend each other our shoulders to sob on when burdens gets a little too heavy for one person to bear, to get emotional with when everyone seems stoic and dull.

Or rather, i wished my sisters were here with me, doing random stuff all siblings do, teasing and laughing till your side aches, dancing around and smiling when you hear their voice.