In dreams we enter a world that is entirely our own but that's all it is, a dram, a cruel trick of reality if you like. A world full of everything you'd like but aren't likely to get but I know that and still the disappointment each morning crushes me when I realize that what seemed like reality turned perfect was in fact a dream. Actually it could be a nightmare because it's only there to torture me and I know that I just said it was a world entirely our own so I should be in control but see I'm not. When I said our own I meant it's based on our deepest desires, our needs and our subconscious thoughts.
That is the reason that I'm tortured both in my waking hours and my sleep, because of something that I want but can't have. A dream in which I'm in the most perfect relationship with him, that ranges from our first night together to amazing nights out to just lounging around the house together. I can see the smiles on both of our faces and us laughing and I have to say I've never seen either of us so happy but it's only the stuff of dreams because in reality it could never work.
Work would be difficult with me being your boss and relationships in the force being frowned upon but not only that but the age difference would make things difficult and I know at some point it'd bother you. None of that really matters though because all of that aside, I'm not exactly the kind of woman you'd go for, in fact I'm quite sure I'm the opposite as you are for me yet somehow I've fallen for you, and I don't fall easily. So this relationship can only exist in my dreams and despite the torture it puts me through if I'm with you in one way then I couldn't care less.