You follow your kid dreams to Disneyland, not the closest one no that’s too pedestrian you’ve already been there twice. You travel to the other side of the world, try to find another way back to the best place on earth. When you get home, the difference is stark but the streets are just as flush pink, if you squint hard enough you could mistake one for the other. But one is a stunted child in beige uniform who may never grow up, you fear, the beige from the other is just the average colour of an entire universe. You wash out the white chocolate popcorn smell from your Peter Pan popcorn bucket so it doesn’t start to mould. In a few weeks you sniff it but you scrubbed it too well, all you can smell now are the jasmine flowers surprising you from the side.