I didn’t know how long it was going to last. Dreams tend to be short burst of scenes sped up to 2.5x, at least mine are. But at a certain point, I was able to bring it down to 0.5x, so that I can savor the moment. It wasn’t even a naughty dream. Nor did the idea that, even if my actions could have controlled the course of the dream, I would stoop to lead it to that course. She was in my arms and it felt so real. And yet, at the same time, I was scared I was going to wake up.

So I answered slowly. I walked slowly. Hell, I breathed slowly, just to slow down my oxygen depletion rate in this lucid game. It wasn’t even a fantasy setting. What we talked about, what I saw, is what reality is. But somehow, I’m there. I was able to see it through to the end. To the point that I opened the door and walked out, waking up, smiling. A simple visit was all it took, was all I needed, was all I wanted.

Why are the simplest things in life the hardest to get?