By Manuel Alves
Copyright 2012 Manuel Alves
“How many dreams can be held on the palm of the hand?”
Z looked at the Professor—who had eyes resembling glasses with red lenses—as if he needed a moment to think about the question. The Professor was all dressed in white just like Z.
“Do you understand the question, Z?”
Z maintained is eyes on the Professor—maybe he had glasses resembling eyes.
“Z, please, pay attention. Do you want me to repeat the question?”