The Cotton Candy Dream

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Eguisheim, France, Winter, 1900 — snow blanketed the little Alsatian village, muffling every sound until the streets lay in a hush so deep it felt like the whole world was asleep. Inside a modest, stone-walled house, two siblings — Cora, a curious, spirited eleven-year-old, and Jasper, her gentle, protective brother of fifteen — passed the days in the quiet companionship only siblings truly understand.

Winter had locked the doors to the outside world. The garden lay buried under white, the days were long and uneventful, and the evenings were spent wrapped in blankets under the low beams of their shared bedroom.

That night, after dinner, Cora and Jasper lay side by side beneath thick wool covers. Sleep would not come. Boredom pressed against them like the cold beyond the walls. Read more

Cora whispered, “Jasper?”

He turned toward her, smiling softly. “Yes, my little sister?”

“Do you want to know what I’m imagining?”

“With pleasure, my little angel.”

She grinned. “It’s summer. The sun is warm, the grass is soft beneath our bare feet, and the air smells of flowers. I see a park — bright, full of children — and there’s a young woman pushing a cart. She’s calling for the children to come taste her cotton candy.”

Jasper’s eyes lit with amusement. “Cotton candy? You know I adore sweets. Don’t stop now.”

“She has so many colors — pink, sky blue, lemon yellow, soft white. Each one looks more magical than the last. Her cart is like something from a fairy tale, with delicate wheels and ribbons fluttering in the breeze. All the children run to her, and we’re among them, hearts racing.”

Cora’s voice softened. “While we’re eating, I notice two little children nearby — a brother and sister. The boy is chasing butterflies with a tiny net but can’t catch a single one. His sister laughs, and when he finally gives up, he drops down beside her. She asks if he has any money left. Their mother sent them to the market for a loaf of bread, but they’ve spent nearly everything.”

“Let me guess,” Jasper chuckled. “They can’t afford two cotton candies.”

“Exactly. They decide to buy one and share it. And the cotton candy lady — Lora, in my dream — chooses the most beautiful one for them, as if she understands without a word.”

Jasper’s smile turned tender. “That’s a sweet thought.”

“They sit on a bench, pulling off bits of candy, laughing. It’s more than sugar — it’s a piece of joy. You picked blue, of course, and I picked pink. The cotton candy is bigger than our heads. It’s sticky, impossibly fluffy, and perfect. Nearby, a little girl buys one for her little brother, and he squeals, tugging her dress in excitement.”

Jasper sighed dreamily. “You’re making my mouth water.”

Cora laughed. “I just can’t wait for summer, Jasper. In my dream, the park is filled with sunlight, laughter, and the sweet scent of candy.”

She waited for his reply. “Jasper? Are you still listening?”

No answer came. He had drifted into sleep, a faint smile on his lips.

Cora whispered, “I love you, my dearest brother. I hope my dream comes true soon.”

The next morning, pale winter light spilled through the frost-glazed window. Jasper stirred, sat up, and looked at her with bright eyes.

“Cora,” he said slowly, “I dreamed it. Everything you told me last night — the park, the children, the cotton candy. It was the sweetest dream I’ve ever had.”

In their little bedroom, with the snow lying deep outside, the two siblings smiled at each other — hearts warmed not by fire, but by the magic of shared imagination.

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In the quaint village of Eguisheim, France, in the year 1900, winter had wrapped the streets in silence and snow. Inside a modest, stone-walled house, two siblings, Cora, a curious and spirited 11-year-old girl, and Jasper, her gentle and protective 15-year-old brother, were more than just family. Also, they were inseparable companions, bound by the unspoken language of shared laughter, childhood dreams, and the kind of love that only siblings truly understand. Moreover, they spent nearly every waking moment together, playing in the garden, helping each other with schoolwork, sharing meals, and whispering secrets under the old wooden beams of their home.

Now, the bitter cold of winter had confined everyone indoors. The world outside had become still and silent, the kind of silence that stretches long into the night. That evening, after dinner, Cora and Jasper curled up under thick woolen blankets in their small bedroom. But neither of them could sleep. The long, uneventful days of winter had settled heavily over them, and boredom stirred restlessly in their minds. To chase it away, they turned to the one thing that always worked, imagination. Read more

Cora: Jasper?

Jasper (turning toward her, smiling softly): Yes, my little sister?

Cora: Do you want to know what I’m imagining right now?

Jasper (with warm affection): Tell me, my little angel.

Cora: I’m imagining that summer has arrived. Additionally, the sun is glowing above us, and we’re playing in a small, cheerful park, like the other kids, running barefoot on the grass, feeling the wind kiss our cheeks, and laughing with joy. Also, the air smells like flowers and sunshine. Suddenly, I see her, a beautiful girl pushing a cart full of cotton candy, calling out for the children to come and get their treat.

Jasper (eyes brightening, voice amused): Cotton candy? You know how much I adore sweets! Please don’t stop now, I’m starting to feel like I’m really there with you.

Cora (beaming with enthusiasm): She had so many flavors, Jasper, pink, blue, yellow, and white, each one with a taste more delicious than the last. Her cart looked vintage, like something from a fairy tale, with little beautiful wheels. All the children in the park, including us, ran toward her, our hearts bubbling with excitement.

Jasper: What color did we pick?

Cora (giggling): You picked blue, your favorite, and I picked pink. The cotton candies were bigger than our heads! They were fluffy, sticky, and unbelievably tasty. There was even a girl buying one for her baby brother. He kept squealing and tugging her dress because he couldn’t wait to get his own. He was so adorable, I couldn’t stop laughing.

Jasper (dreamily): Cora, you’re making my mouth water. I can almost taste it now. That must have been the best cotton candy in the world.

Cora: “It was, Jasper. And I just can’t wait for summer to come so we can have real cotton candy together. In my imagination, all the children were beaming with happiness. Their faces lit up as they licked their fingers and smiled with delight. The park was filled with laughter, sunlight, and the sugary scent of candy.

She paused, waiting for his response.

Cora: Jasper? Jasper? Are you still listening?

But no answer came. Jasper had fallen asleep, his face softened into peaceful rest, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Cora (whispering): I love you, my dearest brother. I truly hope my dream comes true soon, so we can share the most delicious cotton candy in the whole wide world.”

Then, the next morning, as the pale winter sun peeked through the frost-covered window, Jasper stirred awake, his eyes bright with an unusual gleam. He sat up, looked at Cora, and said with wonder in his voice:

Jasper: Cora… I dreamed it, and saw everything you told me last night. I was there with you in that sunny park, tasting the cotton candy and laughing with the children. Without a doubt, it was the sweetest dream I’ve ever had.

And in that quiet, snowy bedroom, the two siblings smiled at each other, hearts warmed not by fire, but by the magic of shared imagination.