I awake with haste only to find that there is no day. The dream before began to fade as the twilight moon had turned to jade. I lay down to sleep in hopes of slumber but the feelings I keep reimburse like thunder. I ask myself; Was that a dream of keen descript or am I hallucinating this lucid flick? I contemplated with slowed motion blinks. Perhaps this love I feel is real. Is this a passion of tangency or a fleeting feeling of fantasy. Who knows if this dream girl of zeal is real? It was just hours ago--at least it felt like it-- when I was sleeping, experiencing the moment when I stood in her presence, eyes glazed over with sadness and a blockage of breath that only a kiss could remove. A kiss which is walking distance away. But it was just a dream, it can’t be real. As the jade slips to orange, a storm of skepticism forms. I questioned the depiction of fiction which I sullenly lived last night. I try to shake off the possibilities of a life filled with happiness in fear that it’s an unreachable dream that would taunt me. I fumbled loosely with my sheets for an early morning peak into a usually empty inbox. A single email lies in wait; "Hey baby I miss you already!" Why must this dream fade?