“He’s waking – his eyes!”
They all scramble around the bed, holding their breaths in anticipation. The boy in the bed twitches, and again and again.
“Do you think he’ll still think – ” “Hush! No way to know until – ” “Silly dreams he has – ” “The detective – ” “The girl detective – ” “Why would he be a girl?” “Why would he be a detective?”
“Quiet!” The mother hisses.
Everyone falls silent.
The boy blinks.
“H-honey?” whispers the mother, “Can you hear me?”
The boy moans.
“I…” Now, he cries. “I don’t wanna be here… I…”
He looks around, blinking at everyone in the crowd.
“I don’t wanna be anywhere… I’m alone – ”
“Honey, we’re all here, look!” exclaims the mother.
“You don’t see me. You see who you want to see. Over there they see me, but it’s just ’cause they’re all me.”
“Honey, you’re not making any sense. Look, we’re all here, here for you – ”
“Just… I’m gonna go back,” he whispers. “Ta-ta for now.”
With that, his eyes roll up into his head.
Wow.
Sometimes, you have really weird dreams.
You’re glad your not actually some crazy boy stuck in a bed.