I found you after a long time.
All these years I was sure that dreams are always dreams.
That’s how it should be.
Last night you told me that your dream came true.
Now you’re awake, lying on your bed.
How long your dream did lasts?
You still don’t know.
You were so happy, so free.
Reality doesn’t fit you.
You keep on telling about your dream days and days.
Take a nap or dress the reality with this sense you once felt.
Dreams are our second parallel life.
Find the space to live in-between.