A Never-Ending Dream

It was raining outside. Lucy watched as the room filled up with hundreds of people that she didn't know. Sobs, sniffles, cries and moans took over the silence. She was sitting in the church, in the second row next to her mom, that had her arm around Lucy. She hugged Lucy close to her. Lucy didn't understand what was going on.
Her mother took Lucy's hand and walked her into a simple wooden box. Two beautiful flower arrangements stood next to it. And then, in front of Lucy, there it was, her grandfather, with the palest white face Lucy had ever seen, smiling.
Lucy slightly pulled her mother's coat down, and her mother stooped.
"Mother...? Why is grandpa so quiet? And why doesn't he wake up?" Lucy whispered.
"Because, my dear...he is having an enjoyable dream..." Her mother replied.
"That's why he is smiling..." Lucy thought.
"So, why aren't you happy?" She asked.
"Because he will never wake up." Her mother said, hugging her.
Lucy stared at his pale face for a while.
"Will I never wake up too, someday?" Lucy asked, saddened.
Her mother cleaned Lucy's tears and then her own.
"Oh, Sweetheart! You'll always wake up...after all you cannot survive without playing with your barbies at 6 A.M. Right?" Her mother said, brightly.
Lucy hugged her mother.
"I'll miss him..." Lucy said.