Dream Woman

It’s like that movie Inception. The woman of my dreams finds her way into most of my dreams. She’s at the same time out of place, but belongs there more than anything else.

She coolly passes by, smiles. I smile back. I want to follow her, but my dream self is fixated on something else. Why?

She appears again, as if she never left. We—

The alarm clock buzzes and in one swift movement I shut it off. I try to stay still, remaining in the exact position I was in, willing myself to sleep, hoping to return to the dream.