In my dreams, the sky’s blue.

I belong everywhere, though I’m a child of nowhere. Summer comes. I snorkel in Malta and spend full days with the sun in Reykjavik. My passport is indigo; the stamps inside are free.

I awake to a view of clouds stained gray with soot.

Gopika Nair likes to write, but typically gives up on drafts halfway through. She has made it her 2026 mission to actually finish some stories.