What was that? A dream?
It seemed to be my memories, but it also didn't feel like mine. It was like I was watching a scene unfold before me, but the characters inside were me as a child and my mom. I did have a cat named Toby, but I had no recollections of how he died—almost like this part of my memories were wiped out of my mind. Perhaps because it was from a long time ago?
If it was not only a dream—but a piece of my memory—it became clear to me that my mom was the witch. That glowing light she had beneath her hands when she touched Toby—or when she miraculously grew all those flowers—it was magic. But what was the color again? I can't seem to remember.