

When I see you, the world. 
It stops and all that exists for me, is you and my eyes staring at you. 
There's nothing else. 
No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. 
The world just stops and it's a beautiful place and there's only you. 
Just you. And my eyes staring at you. 
When you're gone, the world starts again and I don't like it as much. 
I can live in it, but I don't like it. 
I just walk around in it, and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. 
I love it when it stops. 
It's the best thing I've ever known or ever felt, the best thing, and that, is why I stare at you.
Devon bolts upright, awake.
The ghost of a dream fades from her mind like a cool mist in the morning. Only a vague unsettle feeling lingers now- one of being lost or stranded somewhere alone or of leaving some important task undone.
Deon lies back down, closes her eyes, tries to bring the dream back. But it's gone, stealing along with it any desire for sleep.