“Scared…of what?” He leans into me. “That I’ll wake up from this perfect dream and be back there. That you are just a figment of my imagination.” “I promise I’m real. We are real. Anytime you need me to pinch you. Let me know.” He smiles and in return as I stick out my arm. He pinches it right away. “Ouch! Okay. So far. You’re still real.” “Okay, good. How about I clean this up? Maybe we can watch a movie in the den?” “Can I help you with anything?” “No, you can tell me what kind of movie you want to watch? Action, horror, rom-com?” He takes the now-empty bowls to the sink and begins rinsing them off. “I have no idea about movies,” I admit as I bring our glasses over. “Okay, well let’s scan the movies and see what interests you.” He takes my hand, leading me through the living room, down another hall, opposite the bedroom. We enter a pair of double doors, and it’s not just a den. It’s a huge room. There is a huge sectional that faces a
Last Updated : 2025-07-05 Read more