"i feel like we are always asleep." she says, in that obscure manner, hinting to far more than the few words spoken. "but we are, aren't we? we are always asleep, because once we open our eyes, it becomes real,"
"what becomes real?"
and he is examining her, as her eyes flutter shut and she is floating amongst the arcane seas of her mind.
he is looking to the scintillating stars that enthrall her so, in wonder.
if only she knew, that she was his star, incandescent against the black folds of night.