I have special glasses. I can see within trees and rocks. Inside both are bright lights and magic lands. I can see the same things without my glasses, but I have to squint. Squinting is exhausting, so I wear my glasses.
My glasses also let me see events from a person’s past. The happy ones. Like certain birthdays. Or that day a dog was nice to them. Or when they were really hot and thirsty and someone offered them a cold glass of water.
Another thing my glasses do is whisper nice phrases to me. Like, “Hi Fred. I really like resting on your face.” Or, “Fred, I love you!”