It's not real. It's not real. Not real. Not real.

First words spoken before my feet touched carpet. How did she managed to escape my daydreams, that hold of fantasies away from my everyday life? My nights are often blank and yet there I found her smiling.

No, no and it was a good dream.
A good dream of a simple hi and hello and awkward feet off the ground.


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