I wish it wasn't just a dream

What constitutes a perfect dream? 

Perhaps it's the kind that makes one willing to forsake the real world just to remain within it.

Exaggeration aside, Mia felt such an impulse, especially knowing this was her only chance to deceive herself. How could she willingly miss out?

But why, in the end, did she almost shed tears?

Was it because... something tangible had been lost? Was it the sensation of making love for the first time, even though it all happened in a dream?

It seemed like her own nonsensical request led to unforeseen consequences, and the entire process of making love felt even more real than she had imagined...

Especially the moment her hymen was broken, that peculiar sensation of pain mixed with pleasure.

Mia hadn't anticipated losing control like this, but the subsequent developments were beyond what mere willpower could dictate.