There was no sound in the empty room except for him and the wooden clock. He curled his lips and walked towards the wooden bed with a look of despair. He angrily opened the quilt and lay down on it, covering himself with the quilt before his eyelids drooped.
Realizing that the sound of wind in his ears was gradually disappearing, he turned sideways and hugged the person who accidentally broke into his dreamland.
The girl looked up at him and asked, "Where is this?"
"This is a dream!" He replied softly.
The girl asked again: "Whose dream is it?"
"Mine!" He looked at her and said seriously.
Concept: When will the boy in the dream get a glimpse of his true heart?