I had a dream, that I was back there. In the greenhouse. And all there was were me, and the dolls, and the birds. Everything was silent and grey. I couldn't sing. Even if I did, there was no-one there to hear me.

When I woke up, my body felt so cold.

I wish for happiness
I seek happiness

To find happiness with you
To be your happiness

( the caged bird's song )

So many things here are real.

It's amazing.

[...]

I know things like sadness, and happiness. What else is there? And... How do you feel love? Is it different from how I feel love?