Yesterhead

I think I was here as a kid.
These hills don’t end, and this sun doesn’t drop. The sky’s forever programmed blue. The clouds I see have passed by before, like nostalgic memories. I know this is a dream, but nothing has ever felt so real to me.
I’m not alone.

She’s on a hill. Miles away… but as I focus, I realize I’m inches from her face. She’s smiling at me like nobody has before. The image could’ve only been recalled from a movie. She’s really pretty, and I love her.

I want to ask her name, but Elopas only smiles. What a funny character she is. What an interesting story. That’s what she is. Not just a woman, or even a character, but a work of art. I might be the first person to ever meet one.

“I wanna be friends.” I say.

My friend just waves. At this moment, I understand that she is real. That more than anything else, this was all real. I just met a story, and became her friend. I can’t remember waking up. But I know that I did. If I didn’t, how would I have gotten here?