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ITS ONE OF THOSE, hazy, half-asleep moments where the edges of the world blur and nothing feels strange enough to question. He's laughing the kind of laugh you feel more than you hear and there's a warmth in my chest that makes no sense. I don't know his name, but it's as if I've known him forever.
For most people, a dream like that would fade by lunchtime. But this one lingers. It clings to me all day through the crowded subway ride, the endless hum of work, the chatter of friends I'm supposed to be listening to.
And then it happens again. Every night, another dream. Another moment.
A hallway conversation at school. A rooftop at sunset. His voice saying my name like it's the most important thing in the world.
They're too vivid, too specific, too real to be random. But the city feels different now. Like it's holding its breath. Like there's a piece missing, just out of reach.