We all must wake up from dreams.

I swallow. Will I like this different me? Will my friends and family? “I know there is a popular saying ‘ignorance is bliss.’” She eyes me sympathetically, as if she knows my thoughts. “But I also know there is a better one that says ‘knowledge is power.’” I’m currently unsure which one I agree with.

Yeah, oh. Trust me, if I wanted to go there, we would have already been there.” I’ve never rolled my eyes so fast in my life. “Please, you are not my type.” He moves closer. “But don’t you remember? I’m the man of your.

I ONCE READ somewhere that the odds of getting hit by lightning are one in a million. One in a friggin’ million. So, if this situation were to be viewed optimistically, I’m a pretty unique individual. But here’s the thing – I just got hit by lighting on my birthday, so optimism can go kiss pessimism’s.

And then there are the dreams that feel as authentic as reality itself, that seem to exist just as your own life does. Where the emotions you experience there carry over to when you’re awake. They are so real, so genuine, that you begin to question your own sanity. And you know that when the day comes that you finally stop dreaming them, you will never stop remembering.

His comment brings me back to my birthday dinner with Jared, and I grin at the memory. Dev blinks a few times at my pleased expression and gives me one of his knee-weakening smiles. Immediately, my face falls. “I wasn’t smiling at you.” “I see.” He glances around. “So it was for the other man who opened the door for you.” “As a matter of fact, it was,” I say and breeze past him.

I sit on it’s edge, looking down at the man who feels like he just materialized out of nowhere. My head still swims with euphoria from the moment... a moment I was just in with one man whilst sleeping next to another. Suddenly feeling dirty, I pull the sheets wrapped in front of my body closer.

I build worlds around us and solar systems and creatures that only exist in dreams. I manifest colors that have flavors and darkness that’s all encompassing. I go to a place unborn by man, created in a space where the natural law has no reach and the science of reason is washed away, replaced by the basic pure desire to exist, all of it coming from a place I never knew I had.

I stay pressed against the solid structure as the doors open. “I’d get some air if I were you. From the feel of it, you seem a little hot and bothered.

Lost things never like to be found until they’ve been forgotten.