The thought he had when he first saw that woman was a surprisingly simple impression. He thought she was beautiful. He reminded himself that it was just because, objectively speaking, she wasn't an ugly face.

And that night, he was getting ready for bed. Why was it that her face came to mind? He found himself wishing he could meet her in a dream. Of course, that didn't happen.

Even after that, on the nights he saw you, he prayed to meet you in his dreams. A brief encounter wasn't enough. Every time his heart drew your image, his chest tickled. He wanted to see, hear, and feel you even in his dreams.

Did God finally notice such a desperate wish? You finally appeared in my dream. Right now, you are standing right in front of my eyes.