Alex was enjoying his peaceful dream for once.
It had been months since he had such a dream, where his life wasn't projected into his subconscious, and he didn't live through nightmares every night or have a dreamless sleep.
"More pancakes, please, Mom!" he joyfully exclaimed, his mouth full.
"Slow down, you animal, heh heh. You're wolfing down the food so fast you might choke on it. There's enough mix for everyone, so pace yourself, will you?" his mother laughed happily.
Alex's father joined in, mouth also full.
"But honey, your pancakes are so good! Lemme have some more, too!"
The woman shook her head with a giggle, but still put more mix into the pan.
Alex was busy shoving more food into his throat when a whisper rang in his ear.
"…up…"
"Hmm?" he hummed, turning his head to his father.
His father looked at him, clueless.
"What? Something on my face?" the man asked.
"No. I thought you had said something."
