The way he looked. The way he smelled. The way he felt. He might have been in a dream but I felt something more...like he was almost so real he'd be standing in the way of my future. I woke that morning screaming but luckily he saved me from the monsters in my head. Then I realized that he was sitting right next to me almost like I was dreaming again. I say there as he put his hand on mine. I started to cry as he faded back into the shadows of my mind. I thought life was simpler than a imaginary boy in my no good dreams that always seem to fade but not this one was different.
