I dream of Steven. We are in a dark room, I do not see his face but I am sure that it is him. I don’t remember what he says to me, but he seems weirdly out of character. He wants from me something that I never thought he would ask for. I suddenly feel a reverberating hollowness within me, but I do not know what to say or do. I just close my eyes to sleep.
I wake up in a wearhouse where he is gone, and I only hear him through a speaker which is hanging from the wall. I yell out for his name, demanding to know where he is, and he tells me through the speakers that his existence was merely a figment of my imagination, he never was real. I feel sad and begin to cry as I lie down in the center of the room, staring into blank space.
