Danny tried it and smiled before licking some cream from off his lips. "It's great," he told her, and it was. A bit too hot for him just yet, but still really good. He copied how Bryn was holding hers after a moment, too.
"I get... weird dreams," he said to start with, looking at his mug way more than he looked at Bryn as he spoke. "I have a dream, and I know I'm asleep no matter what's happening, and they're bad dreams even with me knowing that they're dreams." They were almost always of the Overlook, of the firehoses and the Thing that had taken his Daddy away, Roque mallets impacting on walls with horrible thuds, hedge animals that stalked him and Mrs Massey with her horrible reaching fingers and runny flesh. He picked a still-solid marshmallow out of his drink and popped it in his mouth after that, because even remembering the Overlook like that was horrible.
"And, and then. I wake up and I'm in my bed, and then something else happens. Because it's still a dream, it's still horrible. And I have to wake up again. And then I can't sleep."