Kiki never thought much of dreams.
To her they were just shadowy figures that didn’t make much sense, but not like “The silent child” as she usually called it.

“It”

She couldn’t tell the gender.
It would sit at the end of her foot, watching her with huge eyes, which happened to be the only thing she could make out of its face in the dark of the night.
It’s head hung to one side, as It curiously stared at a sleeping Kiki.

So it thought.

You see, over the time that Kiki had come to know The silent child, she figured out that anytime she opened her eyes wide to match the large unblinking eyes of The silent child, It would vanish into thin air, leaving trails of black smoke disappearing into the air little by little.

Kiki wasn’t scared of The silent child, instead she wanted to be “Its” friend and maybe then, she would ask if It is a boy or girl.
But The silent child never gave her a chance, It always disappeared anytime she opened her eyes talk less of opening her mouth to talk.
And even if The silent child were...