We were in bed together, Jay was holding my hand and leaning up against my chest. "I can't believe this!" I said hugging him.
"I agree." Jay said craning his neck up to kiss me.
"I love you so much, Jay."
"I love you more, Marco."
I laughed and pulled him closer to me. As Jay drifted off to sleep, I heard him mumble, "Pinch me, I think I'm dreaming."
I pinched his arm and he jumped a little. "Ow!" He said halfheartedly kicking me.
"Good thing your not dreaming." I said, eventhough I knew the truth. He cuddled closer to me and we fell asleep.
I woke up in my bed, alone, just like I knew I would be. Every night, it was the same thing. I had a different dream every time I fell asleep about this imaginary boy, Jay.
At first, I thought they were real. But then, I would wake up and my heart would be in incredible pain. I guess my subconscious knew he was never real, but I couldn't accept that.
I know I'm dreaming, but I can't seem to wake up. I want him to be real so badly. I want to hold him in my arms and see his beautiful smile in real life.
But I can't.
I never will.
And I have to accept that I'm stuck in this lucid dreamland.
