I found you there, and you were crying. The place was big enough for both of us, so I stepped in and sat beside you. Why are you crying, I asked you. You told me the reason of your sorrow and cried harder before I left you. I wanted to make the tears go away but it was time for me to leave, time for me to wake up.
They said you dream of opposite things. You dream of things that will not happen. My dream last night lied to me. But if it was not the opposite of what had happened, then what about the dream I had the night before that?
What if you dream of things that are bound to happen? The thought left me a chilly goodnight kiss.
