I stood there for a moment, staring at the door. Having resented it ever since it first appeared, I hadn’t realized how beautiful it truly was.

Its carvings were so intricate they could have been Michelangelo’s, and I suspected that each one captured a happy memory from my life: children playing, family gatherings, dance performances, Christmas gifts, birthdays, and everything in between.

I took the tiny key from my pocket. It was so small that I struggled to insert it in the lock. The moment I heard a soft click, the door swung open, revealing a ray of light so intense I had to shield my eyes.

As my eyes adjusted to the brilliant glow, I stepped forward and paused. There it was: my Rainbowland. I hesitated before fully entering.

The jacarandas, the sunflower street, the canal, the rainbow forest, everything was the same. Except it wasn’t. I wasn’t the same.

Is it really you? a squeaky voice asked.

I turned around to find a beautiful pixie resting in a jacaranda, her purple hair camouflaged among the petals.

Sunny! Hello! I said, then added, Sorry I’ve been absent… the door… it just appeared…

Perceiving my unease, she simply said, Welcome back! Shall we go to the Factory of Dreams? We have dreams on hold at the warehouse, and the delivery pixies require your consent to send them.

I pinched myself, and clarity settled in.

Yes, let’s go, I said with enthusiasm.

We walked to the canal and stepped into the Lotus boat. Sunny sprinkled some pixie powder, and within seconds, we were gliding toward the Factory of Dreams.

The Factory of Dreams looked and smell like a huge cotton candy, though beneath the sugary exterior, I could see the machinery you’d expect in any factory.

Once we entered, all I could hear were the frantic instructions of a pixie with mahogany hair and bottom-bottle glasses—clearly a boss in distress—directed at a pair of twin pixies on the verge of quitting.

The boss froze the minute he saw me.

Am I delusional? he asked.

So happy to see you, Walter, I said before hugging him. You don’t rest for even one second, do you?

Jeez! We’ve been waiting for you. This is a miracle… am I really not dreaming?

You’re not, but perhaps you’d like to give yourself a small pinch. It helps.

Back to business. Walter and the twins, Marie and María, explained the case in full detail. A large package had been stuck in the warehouse for years.

Why haven’t you sent this? I asked.

Dreams of this size need your approval, and you disappear for what seems like forever. Just sign here and we’ll send it immediately.

Let me see its contents first.

I took the box and was mesmerized. It was a huge cube made of what seemed like smoke, full of moving images; each face displayed a different “movie,” and I could see myself on all six sides. It weighed nothing, yet it pressed on me with a heavy homesickness.

I spent the entire morning examining its contents before meeting with my team of pixies.

Who did this? I asked.

That would’ve been your twenty-year-old self, ma’am, replied Walter.

Holy moly! Well, I’m glad it wasn’t delivered, I said with relief.

We cannot send this dream. It must be redone.

But that will further delay the delivery, Walter complained.

It doesn’t matter. Please take it to the rainbow bin, girls, I instructed the twins.

Sunny, is the visualization chamber ready?

It is! We cleaned it this morning.

Perfect! I’ll need my star coat. But first, let’s have some seafood at the Koi Palace. I’m starving.