And every last one of them is covered in a soft dusting of white sand. They look like tiny confections, babies who’ve eaten too many sweets, wings gone still against their backs. I find a cluster of cupids resting near the lazy chocolate river, little muttering sounds slipping from their cherry lips. Hot chocolate left cold beside their limp fingers, heads slumped against shoulders, eyes sunk closed, babies dozing in their strollers while their parents lie on the cobblestone sidewalk, also fast asleep. You are not an outsider in Dream Town… you’re home. We have loved you long before you came here, long before you knew who we were. Still, I know they are trying to help me understand they want this place to feel like home. And now, as queen, I am simply a title, a doll they must dress up and make into something new- shiny and suitable and worthy. But the others? They hardly noticed me before I married Jack. But even as I say it, I’m not entirely sure that’s true. Where you truly belong.” “I was loved in Halloween Town,” I counter. It’ll be difficult at first, but I think you can be happy in Dream Town, among your own people. I know it’s hard to lose the ones you care about in Halloween Town, but you are safe here. “This is where you belong, my dear.” “You have been missing for so many years.” My mother squeezes my hand like she’s afraid to let go, afraid I’ll slip from her grasp all over again. It always has been.” My father nods, lifting his gaze from the fireplace. Town was never your home,” she says gently, creeping closer to the truth.
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