I thought I was going crazy," he stopped massaging his head to look at me. " I genuinely did, I got a head shrink and everything. But you're real aren't you? You're fucking real, a creepy dream stalker." Tears are stinging at the back of my eyes but I dare not let them fall. I take a deep breath to steady myself before I get off the bed and slowly walk over to where he sits. He never takes his eyes off me watching me for sudden movements. I stick out my hand and cup his cheek, his eyes flutter close as he leans into my hand. " I'm not crazy you're real aren't you?" I ask, as if me touching him confirms my suspicions that I'm not totally bat shit crazy.