[ WP ] You possess the ability of persistent lucid dreaming . Accompanied by a strange man/woman , together you build a world you revisit every night . One day you see them at a coffee shop . You immediately recognize each other .

I see her every night, before reality begins again. In that time of day when you rest your mind and body - before the sun can take away your night - I get to experience life the way I want it. I live my days to close my eyes and see her, over and over. 
 
 I love her. She's the only one who really knows me - my dreams, aspirations, and fears. I've told her everything throughout the years, and yet I do n't know much about her. Maybe because I've created her in my dreams, to justify my own existence in some twisted way. 
 
 She's a mystery to me. I've wished many times to meet her during the light of day, to talk to her in a place I know to be real, and to know the words she speaks are her own. 
 
 And yet, as I sit on this cold bench on a windy February day, life goes on all around me, completely oblivious to my existence. I observe around me people with meaning in their gait, purpose in their step, passing by from my left and right. Millions of people in this city, and nobody makes me happier. Nobody knows what I want in life more than she does. Nobody knows my greatest fears more than she does. Nobody knows my reason for existence more than she does. I need her. 
 
 
 As I look around me, I see a familiar figure across the street. Sitting on a chair, scribbling on a pad. I immediately get that feeling inside, that same beating in my chest when I'm around her in my world. Can it be her? 
 
 
 She looks up from her pad. 
 
 We make eye contact. 
 
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 Alice opens her eyes. She's greeted with the sun's penetrating light. As she turns to get out of bed, Alice picks up a photograph from under her pillow. She kisses it, longing for a time when the man in the photograph will notice her, and need her in his life as much as she needs him.
