Om spillet

A short story about ten minutes process.
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I dreamed of a girl.
Meet, heart, hug, kiss, with her.
I can't remember her face, but still remember her temperature.

I want to see her again.

"It's just a man's fantasy."
I warned and laughed at myself.

But since that day, I've seen her in my dreams every day.

Is it that I'm so sick inside?
Or is there something affecting me that I don't know about？
I have no clue.

It's just that I'm starting to expect,
except to seeing her every day in dreams.