When I started thinking about wishes and dreams as a theme, a Disney song popped into my head! Followed by someone's response to said Disney song... what followed is a little scene played out in my mind. I hope you enjoy it friends!
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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes
She was humming that song again. Fucking Disney. The indignity of a woman her age warbling that saccharine sweetness made her grimace a little... before a wry smile passed her lips. Like she could even dream anyway. The sleep of the undead had put a stop to that centuries ago... now all there was was darkness. But at least now there would be a little light while she was awake. She pushed open the door to the third floor hotel room, and stepped into the dim light, before flicking on the lamp. At least it was still on the sideboard today. Not thrown across the room in a rage while she was out.
She could hear him there... and see his silver eyes gazing at her from the corner of the room. Crouched like some dog that had been beaten. Waiting for the tiniest scrap.
'Hello lover...'
She tugged at each gloved finger, laying the garments next to the lamp, and crossed the room with more confidence than she was feeling. Dropping to her knees beside him, she reached her fingers out gently, tucking up a stray, damp curl at his temple. He flinched, and then nuzzled her wrist in an act of pure reflex.... she smiled, and her voice was soft as she rested her palm against his cool cheek...
'I know that it might feel like a nightmare right now, Mick... but you were my dream, don't you see?? That's why I have to keep you with me... I always knew you'd come.'
Tentatively, Mick's fingers covered hers. Leaning into Cora's cupped hand, he exhaled a breath and closed his eyes. She really wasn't the monster of the other night. She loved him. And whatever happened now, this could be his happily ever after.
This is the perfect illustration of the basically messed-up nature of Mick and Coraline's relationship. It was based on miscommunication (to put it mildly). And deception. And lies. And a relationship based on that can't succeed. 
Oh ladies, thank you so much for your thoughtful, and great comments! 
