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Yes, that’s what I heard her saying

in the middle of my dream.

Is it okay to be here?

she asked in the middle of a dream.

I had been dreaming about being on a boat that was on fire.

Then you are just part of my imagination

I said.

Well yes and no.

Which is it?

I have to explain about the bridge first.

Right, the bridge.

This is an experiment.

Being here in your dream.

What is this? Some kind of science project?

No. Of course not.

Declan, you sound angry.

No. Sorry. It’s just that you’re freaking me out.

How’d you get here?

In my dream.

It’s hard to explain.

I started to feel a little calmer

but then it occurred to me:

When I dream, I wake up and find out

the dream is just an illusion.

This is not illusion.

Then let me see you again.

And there she was.

Smiling.

I blurted out

You have really nice eyes

(I’d never seen anything quite like them

large beautiful dark liquid eyes

eyes that could make you forget your own name.)

Thank you

she said. She was smiling.

Can you see me?

I said.

Of course.

And?

Well, I chose you, didn’t I?

What do you mean?

I built the bridge so I could be with you.

Ah, the bridge. Ready to explain?

Not yet.

That’s when I woke up.

It was six a.m. according to my clock

and there was sunlight

and the dream was fresh in my head.

I was alone in my room of course

but now convinced she was not real.