I have a dream of home. A flattering, ethereal, unbelievable dream as thick as a dragonflies’ wing. A dream of warmth and comfort, of a beautiful sunny summer morning that promises nothing but life and happiness. When I’d wake up and meet my friends instead of the howling and whispering anxiety. A dream of home that feels like the Burrow, that feels like Cair Paravel. A dream of home that feels like the soft childhood that used to be mundane so long ago.