It were those moments at twilight that made him question his reality. Where his thoughts kept rambling on and he was questioning his sanity. Those moments between night and dawn, when it's not morning but not night anymore. When the shadows of the upcoming day would crack through his curtains and the lights would dance slowly on her sleeping figure. In those moments he was almost sure this must be a dream, it was too good to be true, she was too good to be his.