Daisy says she has no interest in stories. I do not believe her. Sometimes I tell her a story just to see what will happen. As it turns out, nothing much happens, even if I put her into the story. I find this strange. I say, you have dreams and dreams are like stories. Daisy thinks about this for a moment. She agrees that she has dreams but disagrees that they are stories. The story, she says, is what you are living now and you like to be part of it. I will never be part of that story. I will never leave my dream just to be with you.