You would take a while to reply to my morning message, I thought it was because you were getting ready for school. But as I walk through the bridge I hear the notification on my phone of a voice chat.

I held my phone up to my ear as I got to listen to your voice while I walk to school. Your accent becomes deeper every time you wake up.

Your dreams are realities that your mind creates, creatively. It’s always something out of the human mind can’t think of, I always adored when you tell me.

My dreams are the only way I can see you normally again. As if everything did not change