Last night, I met Zoie. She was .. Lovely, and different! We had something in common, I don't remember what it was but we had something in common. Besides we knew each other from ages ago, without really knowing that. First time we met, it was last night. I'm pretty sure it was love at first sight. Like kids, like when you were 15. Like when something breaks in your heart. Like when everything shrinks and you grow out of your body. We met, we kissed, and we fought our battle to be together.

And then I woke up. It was all a dream. A dream that's gone. She was gone. Zoie was only a dream. A dream that I know leaves its footprints on my life. And I ask myself, what can I do now? What else can I do, but to go to sleep? To sleep, I waited for days, and for years. Now I know I can only meet her, Zoie, when I go to sleep. I must sleep, for so long as it might take me to dream again.