He burrows into Even’s side. “What did you dream?”
“I dreamt,” Even says, touching the tip of Isak’s nose with his index finger. “that you and I were in the Arctic Circle.”
“Brrr.”
“No, it was summer, so it wasn’t that cold. The sun never set, though, just paused in the sky, and made everything orange-gold. Your hair was even longer than it is now, and you had tiny freckles on the tops of your cheeks, and your nose.”
“What were we doing?”
“Nothing. Just walking around or talking. I couldn’t hear what we were saying, but I could see our lips move, and we laughed. It was like I was watching a movie with the volume turned off. But I was happy.”
“That sounds nice.”
“It felt nice. You looked older, though.”
“How old?” Isak narrows his eyes. “Like, elderly?”
Even smiles. “Not exactly. You had a beard.”
(soundtrack snippets from chapter ten of Burn Bright)