My Little Prince II

One day, the Little Prince and I were talking as usual about the stars and the horizon when I exclaimed to him,

"But I don't even know if you are real or a figment of my imagination."

"I am as real as the sound of this stone falling into my ocean," the Little Prince argued.

For six revolutions of the moons, we had been talking in Dreaming. Till finally the day came that he appeared before me heralded by a sleek vehicle of sorts.

In a lordly fashion, we went around his kingdom. The Little Prince pointed out his glass castles.

"Am I real now?" he asked.