[ WP ] Whenever you wake up from a dream , it destroys an entire alternate universe within your head . Describe the brief life of a person living in a dream

The building was alight with an ethereal energy, golden sunlight bathing the room in warmth. For a small coffee house it was bustling. Contented chatter hung in the air as the inhabitants sat sipping their drinks. The queue ran from the end of the counter along it's length, past the identical wooden tables and chairs arranged in front of the glassed façade of the building, and nearly to the door. The line shuffled along the wood laminate flooring as one by one the customers ordered, paid, and collected their refreshments. 
 
 He joined the back of the queue, basking in the warmth of the day; the crisp and biting chill of the wind could n't take away from the glorious sun in here. His vision swam back into focus from the nirvana he was floating in, and back into the room he inhabited. Scanning the room he saw the usual cross-section of society one might expect to find in a coffee shop; old couples and young couples, business men with their papers, and groups of friends chatting and laughing. The line was shorter now, although the room no more full, and the noise no less harmonic. Even over the hiss of milk being steamed, the whirring crunch of coffee being ground, and the chirp of voices he still managed to be startled by the door swinging open. 
 
 Turning towards the door the room fell silent for a moment, the air seemingly standing still for the new arrival. She was a young woman of maybe twenty or so, although her features made her look younger. Big blue eyes shone in the late afternoon sun, reflecting as much light as the straight blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. Brighter still was her smile though, a mischievous grin that lingered for a second before fading to a simper. He caught her eye for just a second before they both shot their gazes to elsewhere. The hubbub of noise in the room was as loud as ever, but he could n't hear it. His mind reeled with ways to engage her in conversation, ideas tried, rejected, and tried again. He felt all his energy, both nerves and excitement, rise within him as he turned to her. 
 
 `` Hey'' he beamed to her with an easy, if somewhat eager, smile. 
 
 `` Hey''. His smile was met coyly with one in return. The connection felt unreal, there was no fear, no worries of rebuttal, just a pure, uninhibited sense of ease with each other. Conversation flowed like liquid gold wrapped in silk as they whiled away the wait in the queue. Together they approached the counter. 
 
 `` What do you want?'' he offered gently 
 
 `` I'm not sure, what would you recommend?''. He poured over the menu hung behind the counter, searching for the ideal suggestion, wanting for the choice, as insignificant as it was, to be perfect. Item after item seemed too imperfect before he saw what he had been looking for. 
 
 `` Ah great, yeah we'll have two-''. A siren cut him off. He looked at the barista for help but was met with an equally perplexed expression. The room grew enormously brighter and he turned, to find the spot where the girl had been an incandescent white which blazed for a fraction of a second before collapsing into the room as it was before, sans girl. He struggled to grasp what had happened, the girl he had met, possibly the most beautiful he'd seen, and by far the most spiritually connected he'd ever encountered, was gone. Looks of trepidation filled the room as the occupants took in what had happened. The golden sunlight began to fade and the room darkened, turning grey from sepia. One by one the people in the room vanished, the most hidden away went first. The room emptied, the line's inhabitants popping in to nothing one at a time. Only a few people from him, and the world outside the window ceased to exist, in it's place a void. The line shortened until it reached him. He waited for it. He did n't know what to expect but he stood there, eyes locked with the barista, just waiting to go. He did n't. Instead the barista did, and so too did the chairs, and tables, and walls, and just about everything until it was just him. Staring at his hands he could begin to see through them, into the dismal grey void beyond. He faded as the last memories of the dream were washed away with the bleak grimness of another morning she could n't face.
