"They're not real," Coraline said quietly, relaxing slowly. She would have batted his hand away from her hair but it didn't matter about her hair so much when she was sleeping. It was only when he made it fluffy and messy in the daytime that she really cared. "It felt real. Like the one I had with the children, when they went to where dead children go. Except it was wrong, twisted like her and she was-she was strangling me."