Was I dreaming? Did Dace really not come here last night? I woke up on the bed alone, and any trace of him being here was all gone. The level of disappointment that flooded through me made me solemn. He never came, did he? When we embraced last night I thought it was real, but I guess my mind was only playing tricks on me.
But when I got to the living room I reevaluated everything, there was chopped wood next to the fire and I knew I did not chop any wood or even lift an ax at all. And on the table was breakfast waiting for me to devour.
I sighed as a smile found my lips, I looked around hoping I would see him but I turned up with nothing. At least I knew he came here, at least I knew that night wasn't a dream. But why did he leave? Why didn't he stay?
I hope this doesn't become something recurring because now it seemed like he was trying to avoid me. So I waited but I only got antsy. I decided to go for a hike.
