Confusion

The dream never stopped calling. This time, it wasn't a whisper I could ignore. It pulled me under, more suffocating than before. Love, the figure that had no face, was always there. His presence was like the wind you can't see, but knew was there, shaping the world around you.

How did I know it was him? How could something so fleeting feel so solid, so real?

I no longer knew if I was awake or still lost in the depths of a dream, adrift in a sea of confusion, where the shore had vanished into the horizon.