Every morning, I have this girl in my dreams. She doesn't resemble anyone I know at all. Every time I drift off to dreamland, I end up seeing her. We go and have fun. I treat her to some ice cream; we go to the bookstore and glance over all different types of books. I hold her; she feels warm and soft. She's affectionate and trusting. Her pouty smile, her beautiful eyes, and delicate skin, all bundled up in my arms. Then I open my eyes, and see her staring back at me for less than a second. Then it hits me. It was all a dream. I stay in my bed for a few minutes, contemplating the fact that she isn't real. I get a dreaded feeling that I will be lonely all my life, because I will never get her. This has been my life for the past 2 months. I hate my life, 4-ch.