George woke with a start. It was 2 am. He was shirtless and laying in bed. His sheets were thrown across his bedroom some how. Louis was asleep on the bunk above him. The eleven year old peacefully slept. Probably dreaming about his little girl friend at school.

George, being 16, had moved on from such silly dreams. Until tonight. He had just dreamed of a girl. One with an American accent and a beautiful face that he could barely remember. So he walked over to his desk and took out his drawing pad and started drawing the face with such details.

About twenty minutes later and he had drawn the face as he remembered it in his dream. He started writing under the picture the information he had in his dream about the girl. She was American, 16 too. He wrote down a bunch of other information he remembered from the dream.

He remade his bed and climbed in with a plan to ask his parents to have their social media person post his drawing to find the girl. It was silly. But he felt as if she was important and he needed to find her.