Written 6th April 2020. Lockdown.
"I haven't seen this for a long time."
"What is it, Dad?"
"An owl," replied Dad. "It says, 'Class of 2092' on it."
"Don't you mean, class of 2002?"
"Kind of. I was meant to say 2002. The year I graduated. But, now that I've mentioned 2092, I think we should tell a story."
"What kind of story, Dad?"
"A time travel story. We could go to the year 3,000."
"Will the world be nice in 3,000?"
"That's up to us," replied Dad. "It's a story. We can make it how we want it to be."
"Maybe we can make it not so nice."
"Why?" said Dad. "Why would you not want it to be nice?"
"Because it probably won't be by then."
"What makes you say that?" asked Dad.
"Because, right now, the world is scary. How do we know that it is all going to be ok?"
"You have to have faith," said Dad. "We are not in a situation that will last forever."
"It doesn't feel like that. It feels like it will last forever."
"It will change," said Dad.
"I hope so."
"Shall we make the year 3,000 a bit nicer?" asked Dad.
"No."
"Why not?" asked Dad. "Don't you believe that things will be ok in the year 3,000?"
"Yes, I do, Dad. I believe it now, thanks to you."
"Then, what's the problem?" asked Dad.
"Because, if it's nice straight away, we won't be able to have a good plot for the story."
"Shall we go then?" asked Dad.
"I'm ready, bye bye, see you later."
Written as a freewrite, prompt by 
