Imagine that your world, everything you know, everything you love, was all just a dream. Imagine that everything that is anything to you is all just a part of a stranger's fantasies. Or nightmares. Imagine that you weren't even apart of your world. Imagine that you were just a ripple in the glassy surface of imagination. Now look at me, look into my eyes. My name is Jess. What do you see when you look at me? A girl, or a ripple?