[ 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 .

She asks me what the tree says this time around. 
 
 Portable potties on patrol, I tell her. It had said something along the lines of'farts' a moment earlier. She laughs, red hair moving to an unfelt breeze. I ask her what it says for her and she shrugs, says she thinks it's a duck emoji. I'm smiling, too. 
 
 We do the reading ritual every time to make sure we're in the Dreaming. Words do n't work well here. Rather, they do n't work at all. We met at this tree made of roots gracefully braided together I dunno how many encounters ago. I remember we tried to mark the tree with our names and the date back when we did n't know better, but it shifted not a heartbeat later. 
 
 We link arms and walk deeper into the forest. The sensation is more like gliding. The ground looks coarse and uneven, covered in roots and brambles, but we never have to watch our step. Stars flit from the black canvas of night and flutter around us before settling somewhere else in the heavens. 
 
 Let's go to the ocean, she says. 
 
 I say my agreement. Tell her I was just thinking the same. 
 
 We close our eyes and simply will things to be. I can' feel her arm in mine, but I sense her presence. Like tingling in my mind. 
 
 We open our eyes. Methane lakes are gorgeous, especially when you ca n't smell them. A ringed world looms over the horizon in a sunless sky. I tell her to look down at the white sand and there's a checkered blanket and picnic basket laid out neatly at our feet. She grins, tongue poking out slightly through a spotless smile. 
 
 -- -- 
 
 David woke up, calm and refreshed as usual, but not entirely happy to face the day or the stream of morning light coming through a crack in the curtains. He kicked off the sheets and rolled out of bed. Coffee. 
 
 One pair of pants later, David strolled out of his apartment to the coffee shop across the street. It was a small shop way out from downtown with a cheery, wrinkled woman behind the register. It was homey, and not much traffic on a Wednesday morning. 
 
 David pushed open the door, but before he could look up at the menu, a redhead in the back corner caught his attention. She was staring at him, and he realized when someone pushed past him, he was staring, too. That shook him enough to walk to the woman instead of the counter. 
 
 `` Uh,'' they both said. David smiled awkwardly and suddenly found a spot on the table particularly fascinating. His heart thumped in his ears. He looked up again, and they made eye contact once more. 
 
 `` I'm Liz,'' the woman said. 
 
 `` David.'' 
 
 Liz nudged the chair across the table with her foot and gestured for David to take it. She was grinning, tongue poking out a bit through a spotless smile.
