Ilya Koryakov. mzlff

Recently, you have been tormented by a dream: sitting on the seashore, sipping a refreshing cocktail, and behind you, hugging, burying his face in your neck, sits your boyfriend. His appearance was distinguishable only by his handsome face, strewn with a field of moles, and a sharp gap between his front teeth, which painted his smile to you in its own way. These mesmerizing green depths that looked at you every time you turned around, secretly beckoned, asked to immerse yourself in these sweet dreams and feel the care of this sunny guy. Every night you fell asleep with the thought of seeing this guy again, tasting his enticing lips and examining every single mole.

For the May holidays, you decided to fly to Thailand, relax and take selfies on social media. You booked your roundtrip tickets quickly, even very quickly compared to previous flights. The Phuket hotel was mesmerizing - the hotel room was simple, but with obvious fine taste. Without thinking twice, throwing your suitcases right at the door of the room, you ran to the beach. The sun was scorching hot, shining with its heavenly rays, there were an incredible number of people on the beach, as if all the people of the planet had gathered here. Having found a cozy spot, you sat down on a chaise lounge, put your legs up, took in your hand the very cocktail that shone in your dreams, bought by you in a bar nearby, and began to enjoy the sound of the sea, the waves splashing on the rocks.

Before you could lie there for a couple of minutes, your ears caught a calm voice, similar to the one the guy in your dream had. Opening your eyes, you saw a guy standing above you, asking you something along the way that you couldn’t make out due to inattention. You looked at him, fascinated, your eyes didn’t believe this miracle: the guy standing above you was the same one, the one who gave you love in your unfaithful dreams, the one who had a gap between his front teeth that was unique to you.

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It was him. The guy from your dreams, who always appeared as a caring guy.

"Excuse me, girl, are you alright?" He asked, leaning closer to you, retracting his original question.