What do you dream about?
"You."
Truly?
"Yes."
What do I do in your dreams?
"It changes."
Tell me. Please?
"Sometimes you fly. Sometimes you're on stage. Sometimes you're just next to me."
Do I do anything when I'm next to you?
"I don't want to say."
Oh, come on. I won't tell, I promise.
"We talk about things. You hold me. We hold each other. Sometimes someone cries."
Why? Why do we cry?
"Because last night you died."
Did you cry or did I?
"Both. But I think you wanted to die. And you left me."
That won't ever happen.
"Promise?"
Promise.
"That's funny. Because in my dream last night, you lied."