Nate snuggles under his rocket-printed blanket, brown curls splayed on his pillow, his eyes fluttering closed. In the room across the hall, Grandma places her glasses on the nightstand, her gentle smile lingering in the dark, while Pops, stoic but kind, ties back his long blond hair and breathes deeply, the anticipation of sleep making him feel like a child again. All three drift into slumber, hearts connected by an unspoken promise.

Nate opens his eyes in Dreamland, feeling lighter than air, and races to embrace Grandma and Pops, who appear beside him in a burst of stardust. "We made it again! What should we do tonight?" "How about we ride a shooting star to the edge of the world?" "And have a picnic on the moon when we get there," her laughter twinkling like the stars themselves.

Pops steadies the reins, teal eyes shining with adventure, while Grandma holds Nate’s hand, her brown eyes full of wonder. "Look, Pops, there’s the Great Pyramids!" "Hold on tight, we’re going in for a landing," as the star dips, trailing sparkles that paint the sky with joy.

Grandma kneels and strokes a lion’s mane, her gentle smile mirrored in the creature’s kind eyes. "Are they friendly, Grandma?" "In Dreamland, all friends are welcome," she replies, as one lion nuzzles Nate, purring. Pops lifts Nate onto the lion’s back, and together they climb the shining steps of the pyramid, laughter echoing in the golden air.

The three settle onto the blanket, the salty breeze ruffling their hair. "Remember last time we built sandcastles to the clouds?" "Let’s do it again, but make them big enough for lions!" "As long as someone else carries the cake," she teases, and their laughter mingles with the sound of the surf.

Nate looks up at his grandparents, his sweet smile shining. "We’ll always find each other here, right?" "No matter what, Dreamland is ours forever," "And love is the bridge that brings us back, night after night," she whispers, as they drift back toward the waking world—hearts forever bound by dreams.