When I close my eyes, there’s always someone waiting for me... A boy. I can never make out his face, but he insists he's handsome—giggles—I’ve come to believe him.

Being with him... it’s like sinking into the softest cloud. He never leaves my side, whispering sweet things, words that make me feel like I belong somewhere.

I wish he were real. I need him to be real.

Because out there—in the waking world—everything is unbearable. It’s all noise, pressure, running in circles, trying to beat everyone else to some imaginary finish line. But I don’t want to run anymore. I don’t want to compete.

Here, in this dream with him, I’m free. It’s peaceful. No rushing, no noise, no people draining the life out of me. Just... calm. I never want to leave. I never will leave.

But listen carefully, if you stumble into this world too. Treat him well. Show kindness, always. If you push too far, ask too many questions about who he is or where he came from... He’ll change. He won’t stay the sweet boy you think he is.

Don’t dig into his past. You don’t need to know.

And if you forget this warning... Well, you may never wake up.

Anyway, who am I to give you any advice on your dreams, right?