She came near me, her eyes hovering over mine, sensing my eyes on her. I could feel the environment becoming a dream, black and white dissolving into colors and colors becoming her. I could feel my own deep breath, only to realize it was her who was breathing deeply. I knew for sure my heart was pumping blood, but into her, frantically and rapidly. And then, I found myself floating away from the thought of freedom, I was freed from the necessity of being free.
Is a dream unreal because it is a lie or is a dream real because it is the absolute truth?
There is no such thing as the absolute truth, a dream is nothing less than life. A dream is simply a dream.
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