I don't care which one of them is right, because I need them both. I fell asleep a long time ago, my friend is not behind the walls, the scraps of serious adult words do not disturb my dreams I fell asleep a long time ago, my friend is not behind the walls. I'll dream that I'm climbing again. It's so funny. If I'm flying, it means I'm growing. The city from behind the curtains in my room will let those in, and I will leave the house through the ceiling, leave through the apartments of neighbors, past the antennas, on the roof of our nine- story building. It's not hard or scary at all. All the houses downstairs are like they're made of Cubes. And I probably look the size of a pea from up there. The cars are tiny, like toy cars. Any of them, it seems, you can grasp with the pads of your fingers and roll it wherever you want, just like in a sandbox. My flight won't end until I come back in the morning, until mom and dad find out who is right, they don't notice me behind the window glass, barking at each other like a couple of stray dogs. They argue in high tones, they share something again and think that I am sleeping peacefully in my bed, but I am not here, I am where the clouds and stars are. And it's not a problem that I can't go out so late, and which of them is right, I don't care, because I need them both. I'm used to falling asleep long ago, my friend is not behind the walls