The next morning, Mira woke up feeling slightly embarrassed.
The memory from the dream replayed immediately in her mind.
"You sound jealous."
She buried her face in her pillow.
"Oh no," she groaned.
"Why did I react like that?"
It had been a dream.
A simple conversation.
Yet somehow it felt like she had actually argued with someone.
And the worst part was… he had been right.
At least a little.
Mira forced herself out of bed and started her usual routine.
Housework.
Breakfast.
Getting ready for the office.
But the thought kept returning.
The teasing smile on his face.
The way he had calmly said she sounded jealous.
She shook her head while brushing her hair.
"This is ridiculous," she muttered.
"Getting emotionally attacked by my own dream."
At the office, Mira tried focusing on work.
But every now and then she caught herself remembering the rooftop again.
The wind.
The city lights.
And the way their conversations felt strangely comfortable.
Her coworker noticed her distracted expression again.
"You seem lost in thought today."
Mira blinked.
"Do I?"
"Yes."
She quickly smiled.
"Just tired."
It was easier than explaining she had been arguing with someone inside her dreams.
That evening, Mira returned home feeling restless again.
She tried watching something on her phone.
Then she tried listening to music.
Nothing really distracted her.
Finally she lay down on her bed and stared at the ceiling.
"Okay," she whispered.
"If the rooftop appears tonight…"
"…I'm not letting him tease me again."
Her eyes slowly closed.
Sleep arrived soon after.
When Mira opened her eyes again…
The rooftop appeared once more.
The familiar wind brushed across her face.
The glowing city lights stretched endlessly below.
She looked around.
"Alright," she said quietly.
"Round two."
A voice behind her answered immediately.
"Round two of what?"
Mira turned around.
There he was again.
Standing near the railing with the same calm expression.
She pointed at him immediately.
"You."
He raised an eyebrow.
"That's a very aggressive greeting."
"You teased me yesterday."
"Did I?"
"Yes."
"About what?"
"You know exactly what."
He leaned casually against the railing.
"Oh," he said thoughtfully.
"The jealousy thing."
Mira groaned.
"Don't say it again."
He smiled.
"Why not?"
"Because it's wrong."
"Is it?"
"Yes."
"You seemed very annoyed yesterday."
"That doesn't mean I was jealous."
He watched her quietly.
Then asked calmly,
"So what were you feeling?"
Mira opened her mouth.
Then stopped.
Because she suddenly didn't have a clear answer.
She crossed her arms defensively.
"Nothing."
"That's not convincing."
"Stop analyzing my emotions."
"I'm not analyzing."
"You definitely are."
He laughed softly.
"Relax."
"I am relaxed."
"You look like you're preparing for an argument."
"Because you keep teasing me."
"Maybe because your reactions are entertaining."
Mira narrowed her eyes.
"You're enjoying this."
"Maybe a little."
She turned toward the railing and looked at the city lights.
The wind moved gently across the rooftop.
After a moment, she spoke quietly.
"You know something?"
"What?"
"You're very confident for someone who might just be a dream."
He walked closer and stood beside her.
"And you're very defensive for someone who claims not to be jealous."
She groaned again.
"Not this again."
Then he said something that made her freeze.
"Why would you be jealous unless you like me?"
Mira's eyes widened instantly.
Her brain stopped working for a second.
"That's not—"
She stopped mid-sentence.
Because she realized something uncomfortable.
The answer wasn't simple anymore.
He watched her expression carefully.
"You're quiet now."
"I'm thinking."
"That's dangerous."
"Very funny."
She looked away quickly.
"You're twisting things."
"Am I?"
"Yes."
"I asked a simple question."
"Well it's a complicated answer."
He smiled slightly.
"That sounds suspicious."
Mira sighed.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"Even if I did like you…"
He raised an eyebrow.
"Yes?"
"…it wouldn't matter."
"Why?"
"Because you're part of a dream."
For the first time, his teasing expression softened.
"That doesn't stop feelings."
"It should."
"Why?"
"Because dreams aren't real."
He looked at her quietly.
"Are you sure about that?"
Before she could answer, the rooftop lights flickered again.
Mira groaned dramatically.
"Every time the conversation gets serious!"
"Dream timing."
She shook her head.
"This is frustrating."
The city lights slowly began fading again.
Before the dream disappeared, Mira looked at him one last time.
"You didn't win this argument," she said.
He smiled calmly.
"We'll continue it next time."
And just like that—
The rooftop vanished again.
Mira woke up slowly in her room.
Sunlight was already entering through the window.
She sat up quietly.
Her mind replayed the question again.
"Why would you be jealous unless you like me?"
She buried her face in her hands.
"Oh no," she whispered.
"I think he might actually be right."
And that realization made her heart beat faster than before.
Because if her feelings were real…
Then the biggest problem still remained.
The person she was starting to like…
only existed in her dreams.