We stayed up talking that night talking about the world we could make. It would be warm and safe and only wonderful things would ever happen. We would live in rainbow trees. No one would ever be hungry or cold. There would be water for everyone and no more wars.
It will only ever rain the kind of rain you can dance in. There will only ever be snow that's fun to play in. And it will vanish the moment you need it to be sunflower warm.
"And whenever anyone tries to hurt someone else, they'll just vanish in a magic moment and turn into a butterfly," I added.
"Yes," I said. "Butterflies don't hurt anyone. They will fly away and be enchanting and live with flowers."
"Yes," she said, and thought for a minute. We were quiet. And then she sighed and she shook her head and she said, "It would be a world of butterflies."