It wasn't a dream. It wasn't anything, really. Maybe a memory. Maybe a vision. "Vision" sounds stupid and corny, though. I was starting to fall asleep, and my mind was wondering. We were walking in Prospect Park. We were holding hands. We were silent. We came to the bridge behind the lake, where the waterfall is. I stopped and leaned on the rock/boarder. I paused a moment. Suddenly, as if inspired to do so, I smiled and turned to kiss you. I saw your face, looked into your eyes. I froze. It was you, in front of me, just as you always were - for years, always there. I was shocked awake. It felt so real, but.. you're not here now. You've been gone, and it doesn't feel right.

Reality doesn't feel as real as my dreams, I should be in an asylum.