Ernie rocked in his seat. The doctor’s office always made him ansy. Weekly, he came here, and Dr.- he couldn’t remember her name- asked him to describe his dream. Most of the time, he couldn’t remember it, but this time he did. “There…was a man. He was going into the hospital, I think.” Suddenly, he became distressed; bawling again. Ernie dried his eyes. “No more. No more.” “No more to the dream, or you’re not going to tell me anymore?” she asked patiently. He shook his head.Ernie used to practically live outside. Now, he sat in the house for hours, making up stories for the books that he couldn’t read. Unless, of course, it was raining. If the sun was out, he proclaimed it was too hot, even in the middle of winter. But when it was raining, his mother had to pull him inside, for fear of cold. She loved to see him enjoying himself, he was almost… regular then. Sometimes, when getting out of the car in the rain, he would pick her up and swing her around, until she said she was too old for this. Like before.