In my dreams, we go to places that take our breath away. Places with snow-capped mountains, sunflower fields, northern lights and titanic skyscrapers made of glass.
We dance along with the music of the cool breeze and the moonlight bouncing off the surface of the lake, making the water shimmer.
And then we sit at the rooftop of the tallest building, listening to the silence of the dark and admiring the calmness of the other wise chaotic city.
In my dreams, I always find you besides me, sleeping soundly. Then, I watch you breathe until I fall asleep.
The thing is, in my dreams, we are perfect.
In my dreams, you always stay.