I had a dream last night. I was talking to Miss Sparkle and she was holding a small tree branch. On it sat a dozen tiny black birds, round and fat like bumble bees. She held one in her hand and said, “They’re like unicorns, but real.” I asked her how she did that, and she said, “Just pet them.” The one I reached out to stroke with my finger ruffled its feathers, but didn’t fly away.