Katherynn

I'm sitting on my bed in my room and I'm around twenty years old. It's quite and I realize I'm dreaming.

My mind wanders and I want my boyfriend to be with me. *My boyfriend lives seven states (about) away*

Suddenly, he's there, standing before me and he holds out his hand to me. I smile and stand, hugging him.

Then he says something that startles me.

"We're in a dream, right?" he whispered. "This isn't real, is it?"

I blinked and took a step back, wondering if the guy in front of me said that because of what I was thinking or if our dreams had somehow crossed.

After of moment of blessed silence I step into his arms, hugging him before touching his cheek with my hand. his arms wrapped around me and I sighed, pulling away.

"This is just a dream," I said sadly. "You're not real, you're just what I made you."

I focused on making him go away and tried every technique I could imagine to get away from him but, when I opened my eyes, he was still there.

When I tried again he kissed me and told me he loved me. Suddenly I heard my sister waking me up for school.

That's where the dream ended.