I looked up excitedly, grinning like a small child as the butterfree floated down towards me. Oh my gods, a pokemon. I was finally meeting a pokemon! Why am I crying? Is it become I'm happy? I almost bounce up and down, sitting on this giant tree, waiting for the moth to finish its descent. Behind it I didn't see a sky, just a gray dome made of...something. I didn't really care. I reach out to touch its face, and feel nothing but-
Joy?
I shoot up, hand on my face, wiping off the tears. What the?
My face was slick with salty water, and I just stared ahead for a moment, uncomprehending.
It was all a dream.
All a dream….
Despite myself I laugh, a terrible, cruel thing that show all my resentment and disappointment. So that was how it was, huh?
'I'm pretty pathetic aren't I?'
Pretty much.
Feeling like a fool I curl up back into my bed, hugging my pillow and closing my eyes.
I knew it was a dream. A fake, an impossibility.
But still I chased the dream, even as it collapsed around me, and I felt like my soul...hurt.
