A Dream?
What did that mean?
The mushroom-haired little girl felt a dull ache starting to creep into her head again.
She reached up and pressed one side of her head.
What...
What did she mean...
Her eyes were lying?
How could eyes lie?
Eyes weren't mouths.
Eyes couldn't talk at all...
"Anna."
The doctor's voice put an end to the mushroom-haired little girl's confusion.
She stared blankly at the doctor.
"Don't overthink it."
The doctor spoke gently. "It's actually very simple."
"Have you ever had a dream?"
The mushroom-haired little girl blinked.
A dream?
She tilted her head.
Maybe...
No?
Mm.
The mushroom-haired little girl shook her head.
She had never dreamed.
The doctor smiled.
She had guessed as much.
A child so young...
probably didn't dream much.
"Then let me tell you."
"You can think of the shadow you saw as a dream."
The mushroom-haired little girl froze.
A dream?
But...
The mushroom-haired little girl instinctively wanted to argue.
The shadow wasn't a dream.
How could the shadow be a dream?
She hadn't seen it while she was asleep.
The mushroom-haired little girl was confused.
The doctor shook her head slightly.
"It was a dream."
"Do you know what a dream is?"
The doctor asked the mushroom-haired little girl.
The mushroom-haired little girl wanted to nod.
But she hesitated.
A dream...
Wasn't it something that happened while you were sleeping...
The mushroom-haired little girl's head began to hurt.
She realized she didn't know how to describe a dream.
The doctor's lips curved slightly.
"A dream is something only the person dreaming can know the contents of."
"It's a very private experience."
"Other people can't know what it's like."
"Even if you tell someone what you dreamed