Pam stumbled across her yard, the grass tickling her ankles. The alcohol was wearing off, but she still felt bubbly on the inside.

            The dandelion caught her eye. She knelt down clumsily, nearly falling over in the process. Her feet knocked the plant over, knocking off most of the fluff before she even was able to make a wish.

            She wished for nothing in particular, but for everything at the same time. She wanted to remember this feeling, the kiss, the laughter.