That night, Mira fell asleep faster than usual.
The long day at work had left her exhausted, and the quiet routine of dinner, music, and writing in her diary had calmed her mind.
Still, somewhere deep inside, she was hoping.
Hoping the dream would come back.
When her eyes opened, she immediately recognized the place.
The rooftop again.
Cool night air.
City lights stretching endlessly across the horizon.
Mira smiled slightly.
"Okay," she said softly.
"I guess this place is becoming our meeting spot."
She walked toward the railing and looked down at the glowing streets below.
For a few seconds, she simply enjoyed the view.
Then the familiar footsteps approached.
"You seem comfortable here now."
Mira turned around.
He was standing a few steps away, watching her with the same calm expression.
She shrugged casually.
"Well, if I'm going to keep visiting this place in my dreams, I might as well get used to it."
He walked closer and leaned against the railing beside her.
"You didn't come here for the view."
Mira raised an eyebrow.
"Wow, you're confident."
"Am I wrong?"
She hesitated for a second.
"Maybe."
The wind moved gently across the rooftop.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Mira suddenly laughed quietly.
"What?" he asked.
"I was just thinking."
"About?"
"How weird this situation is."
He smiled slightly.
"That again?"
"Yes, that again."
She turned toward him.
"I mean, think about it."
"I'm standing on a rooftop in my dream having a conversation with someone who technically doesn't exist in my real life."
He crossed his arms thoughtfully.
"And yet you keep coming back."
Mira looked down at the city lights.
"Yeah," she admitted quietly.
"I do."
Silence filled the space between them again.
Then Mira said something without thinking.
"You know… I think you understand me more than most people I talk to."
The moment the words left her mouth, she froze.
Her eyes widened slightly.
"Wait," she said quickly.
"I didn't mean that in a weird way."
He tilted his head.
"What kind of weird way?"
"You know… like people who get emotionally attached to celebrities."
His expression became amused.
"You're worried about that?"
"Yes!"
"Why?"
"Because that's exactly the kind of thing I used to make fun of."
He laughed softly.
"That sounds like karma."
Mira groaned.
"Don't say that."
She leaned against the railing again, staring at the distant city lights.
After a moment, she spoke more quietly.
"Still… it's strange."
"What is?"
"That these conversations feel real."
He watched her carefully.
"Maybe they are."
Mira shook her head.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because when I wake up… you disappear."
For a moment, neither of them moved.
The wind passed softly across the rooftop.
Then he asked something unexpected.
"And if I didn't?"
Mira blinked.
"What?"
"If I didn't disappear when you woke up."
She laughed nervously.
"That would be impossible."
"Why?"
"Because dreams stay in dreams."
He looked at her thoughtfully.
"Are you sure about that?"
Mira didn't answer immediately.
Instead, she stared at him for a long moment.
Then she sighed.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"I think I like talking to you."
The words came out naturally.
Too naturally.
And the moment she realized what she had said, her cheeks warmed slightly.
He didn't tease her this time.
Instead, he simply smiled.
"A dangerous realization."
"Why dangerous?"
"Because," he said quietly,
"you're starting to forget this isn't real."
The rooftop lights flickered again.
Mira noticed immediately.
"Seriously?" she groaned.
"The dream just started!"
But the atmosphere was already fading.
The city lights blurred slowly.
Before everything disappeared, Mira looked at him again.
"You know what?" she said quickly.
"What?"
"If this is just my imagination…"
He raised an eyebrow.
"…then my imagination has good taste in conversation."
He laughed softly.
And then the dream faded.
Mira woke up slowly the next morning.
Sunlight filled her room again.
For a few seconds she lay there quietly, replaying the conversation.
Then she covered her face with a pillow.
"Oh no," she groaned.
"I think I actually like him."
The realization felt both ridiculous…
and strangely comforting.
Because somewhere between curiosity and conversation…
Mira had crossed a small emotional line.
And she wasn't sure if she wanted to go back.