I had a wonderful dream last night. I dreamt of my school . . . and, most importantly, of a peaceful sky. My friends and I were running around, carefree. It felt like the good old days. . . . I wish things weren’t the way they are now. I’m so tired of the sound of explosions; I really want to hear the sounds of peacetime again—birds singing and the sound of rain. It was so nice before the war. . . I want to go back to my old life.