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Right in front of her was a chiseled face with distinct dark eyebrows.

As she focused her sight on him, her unsettled heart found peace within. Somehow just knowing that the man was right there filled her with immense reassurance.

Yet she knew that it was a dream.

The man who's eyes were closed didn't exist and she would never be able to see him open them.

She knew not to push her imagination over it's limits and learned to enjoy the realistic feeling of looking at his flawless skin.

When she focused she could see his slightly parted lips and his eyelashes fluttering as if about to wake up.

"Seriously, I feel like a creep" she pouted trying to look around, but like every other time she found herself opening her eyes and looking at her room's ceiling.