A ten-year-old kid stood by the side of the road, selling lemonade, feeling as tall as the sky. The sun so bright he couldn't see it as he looked. The heat of the day wouldn't relent, enforcing near silence.

The silver-eyed driver pulled over, paid the child, who had been waiting. "The road sparkles, shimmers in the sun," said the driver. "It will not get dark tonight," said the child, giving the driver a second free cup as advertised...

The child drove now. The road widened and branched. Colors mischievously altered. Houses distorted backward and flew away without a sound as the road uplifted and sailed west into magenta clouds. "You don't have to know yet," answered the child to the unspoken question. "You just come for the ride, and you'll know."

Lights flickered, faded. It was now morning. The landscape was familiar, but the driver hadn't seen it before. The driver was younger. The child, older.

"You see, now we can each alter our reality by altering our perceptions," the child was saying quietly. He sounded distant. "If enough people alter their perceptions..."

"I think maybe I was dreaming," said the driver.