[ 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 .

It was magical, really. That's all I can say to describe it. The crowd parted, our eyes met, and everything seemed to fade from view. Except her. While everything else turned to a dull, muted gray, she seemed to grow all the more radiant with her beauty. She was a flame, and the shop was a lantern, simply there to house her graceful brilliance. 
 
 I was never the type to fall in love, much less at first sight. I was picky and selfish, almost to the point of impossibility. It was a curse I was well aware of, but unable to correct. Nothing but the best would do for me, as nothing else could hold my attention. It was true that I had entertained some girls previously, but I always found them to be outside of my expectations. They were always too loud, or too quiet, or too demanding. But her, I knew she was someone I could love my whole life. 
 
 She was sitting alone, with nothing more than a cup and a book. She stood gracefully, and I was reminded of the way a flower blooms, effortless and natural. Such was her beauty that I did n't even realize I had stood until I was at her side, watching the distracting way her shoulders shifted underneath her shirt. *Grace*. Simply said, it was as if we were parts of a movie script. Perfectly planned and perfectly executed. 
 
 Her red lips parted, `` You look like you've seen a ghost.'' 
 
 Suddenly awkward and self conscious, I managed a weak, `` I feel like I've seen one.'' Despite my clumsy words she smiled, and took my hand in hers. *Grace*. My nose involuntarily crinkled. 
 
 `` I've heard food calms the nerves. If you ask nicely, I might be inclined to accompany you to dinner.'' 
 
 `` Honestly, there's nothing I would enjoy more than sharing a meal with you.'' She beamed, and my world seemed to shake. 
 
 `` Well I must know what your name is then,'' she giggled, `` going to dinner with a man whose name I do n't even know, what would my mother think of me?'' 
 
 `` My name is Dave, what is yours?'' 
 
 `` I'm Grace.'' And there was a crack in the fantasy. Something was wrong, but I did n't know what. `` It's nice to meet you Dave.'' I smiled, but it was n't real. My mind was trying to tell me something. Grace was still brilliant, but now she seemed imperfect. She was like a wine glass with a thin crack down the side. Unsettling and cold. But it was n't just my perspective of her that had changed. She had noticed the crease between my brow and the way my lips thinned. She was changed in her thinking, and she knew a terrible secret. *Grace*. And she grabbed at my arm, hands tight and grasping. Her lips came to mine, and her kiss shattered the world. The dream she had created. My prison and reality. Her eyes held a lustful fury. They were everywhere, and in her head. Nothing made sense. Where was my coffee? I felt my being collapse before I felt my bed. It was too late. She was stronger. She would be perfect. No matter how long it took. 
 
 It was magical, really. That's all I can say to describe it.
