Mira woke up feeling restless.
The question from the dream echoed in her mind again.
"What if I'm not just part of your dream?"
She sat up slowly and rubbed her eyes.
"That makes no sense," she muttered.
Dream characters didn't say things like that.
And even if they did… it was still just a dream.
Her brain had probably created that line on its own.
At least that's what she tried to convince herself.
The morning routine felt normal.
Tea.
Getting ready for work.
Checking her phone before leaving the house.
But the thought still refused to disappear.
She kept remembering the serious way he had asked that question.
Not joking.
Not teasing.
Just calmly asking it.
And somehow… that made it more unsettling.
On the bus ride to the office, Mira leaned against the window again.
Her headphones were on, but she wasn't really listening to the music.
Instead, her mind replayed every rooftop conversation she had with him.
It had started as random dreams.
But now the dreams felt connected.
Continuous.
Almost like two people meeting every night.
"Stop overthinking," she whispered to herself.
"You're creating a mystery where there isn't one."
She closed her eyes for a moment.
Trying to clear her mind.
At the office, work kept her busy for a while.
Emails.
Files.
Small discussions with coworkers.
For a few hours, everything felt normal again.
The dream slowly faded into the background of her thoughts.
Until lunch break.
Mira walked to a small cafe near the office.
She often came here alone because it was quiet.
The place had soft music playing in the background and large windows that let sunlight fill the room.
She ordered tea and sat near the window.
Her mind finally felt relaxed again.
Then something strange happened.
At the table behind her, two college students were talking.
They sounded excited about something.
Mira wasn't paying attention at first.
But then she heard a sentence that made her freeze.
One of the girls said loudly,
"What if it's not just a dream?"
Mira slowly turned her head.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Because that sentence sounded exactly like something from the rooftop conversation.
She tried to ignore it.
But the conversation behind her continued.
The other girl laughed and said,
"You watch too many movies."
The first girl replied,
"No seriously! What if dreams connect people somehow?"
Mira stared at her tea cup.
Her brain felt strangely alert now.
Dreams connect people.
The idea sounded ridiculous.
But somehow it reminded her of the rooftop again.
She shook her head.
"No," she whispered.
"This is coincidence."
People talked about dreams all the time.
It didn't mean anything.
Still… the timing felt strange.
Mira quickly finished her tea and left the cafe.
The bright afternoon sunlight hit her face as she stepped outside.
The street was crowded with people walking in different directions.
Everything looked normal.
But her mind was still stuck on that one sentence.
"What if it's not just a dream?"
The rest of the workday passed slowly.
Mira finished her tasks, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the dream again.
For the first time, she began wondering something seriously.
What if these dreams weren't completely random?
What if there was some reason they kept repeating?
That evening, Mira returned home feeling more curious than usual.
She changed into comfortable clothes and sat by the window.
The city outside looked calm.
Streetlights were slowly turning on as evening turned into night.
She rested her chin on her hand.
"Okay," she whispered.
"Let's assume for a moment that something strange is happening."
She paused.
"Then what?"
Her phone buzzed suddenly with a notification.
Mira picked it up absentmindedly.
It was a random video recommendation.
A motivational clip someone had shared.
She tapped it without thinking.
The video showed a speaker talking on stage.
His voice was calm and thoughtful.
And then he said something that made Mira sit up straight.
"Sometimes the people we meet in our dreams are reflections of connections we don't fully understand yet."
Mira paused the video immediately.
Her heart started beating faster.
"Okay… this is getting weird," she whispered.
First the conversation in the café.
Now this.
Both about dreams.
Both about connections.
She placed her phone on the table slowly.
Maybe it was still coincidence.
Maybe her brain was simply noticing things related to dreams because she had been thinking about them all day.
That explanation made sense.
But the strange feeling inside her chest refused to disappear.
Later that night, Mira lay down in bed again.
Her mind felt more curious than afraid now.
If the rooftop appeared again…
She had a new question to ask.
A serious one.
She stared at the ceiling for a moment.
"What exactly are you?" she whispered softly.
Her eyes slowly closed.
Sleep arrived again.
And somewhere deep in her mind…
The rooftop was already waiting.