Dream Or Reality?

When Logan woke up, he felt rested and satisfied. He straightened up and looked around. He had no idea where he was. But one thing was for sure: It was beautiful. Flower meadows, grassy hills and rivers and lakes. The air was clear and the sky was bright blue. The sun was shining warmly. Logan looked down at himself. He wore a white shirt and dark trousers. In front of him he saw a path and walked along it. As he passed a river, he looked into the water. He saw himself, of course, but something was different. He suddenly found himself … pretty. That was new. But with the dark, perfectly styled hair, the shining brown eyes, and the clothes he wore, he looked good. For the first time in his life, he was satisfied with himself. The path ended at a lake. And Logan suddenly realized that he wasn't alone. On the shore, a person lay in the grass, staring into the blue sky. Logan went to this person. He knew he didn't need to be afraid. Nobody would hurt him here. Now he could recognize the person. It was Camille! She heard his footsteps and turned around. Logan's breath stopped. Camille looked better than ever. And she was wearing the blue dress that Logan loved so much. She smiled and got up.

"Camille," Logan said softly, hugging her. He felt tears in his eyes.

"Hello, Logan," she replied, stroking his cheek. "Why the tears?"

"I'm happy," he answered, laughing. They sat down in the grass and Logan looked around. "Where are we?"

"Where you wanted to be. It was your decision."

He turned to her. "And why are you here?"

"Because you wanted it."

"Is this real? Are you real?"

"Find it out."

Without hesitation, he leaned over and kissed her. At that moment, he knew it was real. She smiled and leaned against him. There was silence for a few minutes.

"I have to apologize to you," Logan said. Camille looked at him questioningly. "Why?"

"Because I-" He broke off, thinking. It didn't occur to him. "I don't know it anymore. But I feel like I still have to apologize."

Camille laughed. "Okay, then apologize. Even if I don't know why."

Logan nodded and pulled her close. Then he raised his head and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry."

Camille got goose bumps at these words. Logan kissed her neck, the back of her neck, and her face. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," she said softly. They lay down. Everything was perfect. Logan closed his eyes and fell asleep happily.

When he woke up a short time later, everything had changed. Everything was black around him. The paradise was gone. "Camille?" He asked into the darkness. There was no answer. Like the paradise, she was gone too. Fear came over him. "Camille, where are you? I need you. Please help me. I love you." At first, he said these words quietly, then louder and louder. But Camille didn't come back. Suddenly, he heard voices, loud voices. He covered his ears. Then he saw a light, so bright that he had to close his eyes. And now, he could understand what the voices said, "Logan, wake up. Everything is alright. Wake up. We're with you." The voices seemed familiar to him. He opened his eyes …