I hope they at least had a good holiday, as holidays go. That they laughed, and played, and spent a lot of time together, and
Probably slightly auto-biographical, independent but woven together by a loose thread of belonging to someone’s life.
The idea is borne from a will to write down small episodes, either real or imagined, with not too much explanation or setup. Just something that happened. Or something that could have happened. Or something that never happened, for better or for worse. The ambiguity is important, because then the daydreams can take life.