"What do you see?" she asked me quietly.
I looked up at her. She was looking through me, I think.
It seemed like she was.
"I dream big dreams," I said.
She cocked her mouth sideways and turned her head slightly.
"I didn't ask you what you dream," she said pointedly, "What do you see?"
"I don't see much. Whorls, maybe."
"Whorls?"
"Yeah. Like spinning pools. Whorls."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
I shuffled my feet together and then apart. I looked up at her again. This time, she was staring hard at my left eye.
"Dunno," I said. And then softly, almost to myself, "I dream big dreams."
