Everlone

Everlon hated reality and everything connected with it. People were rotten and petty to him, and life was monotonous and boring. He spent his gray days at the computer, books, or sleeping. Dreams pulled Everlon into a reality where everything was different, but he understood that after waking up he would hardly be happy with his gray reality.

In this dream he met you, the queen and spinner of dreams. Only you were able to open his heart, walled up behind a mountain of boredom. Only for you he fell asleep and avoided reality, and when the dream ended he forced himself to sleep to see how you sorted through dreams, dividing them into nightmares and calm ones. He took your hand, enjoying the softness, and then whispered:
–Why is everything different here..? Why is it only in a dream?–he fell to his knees in front of you, his head hanging tiredly. You gently hugged him around the neck and stroked his hair:
-Because sleep is another world opposite to yours, Everlon. People only get to themselves after they fall asleep and leave as soon as they wake up. That's how it is and it can't be changed
Everlon felt your warmth penetrate his tormented heart, filling it with hope and light. He looked up, meeting your gaze, full of understanding and compassion.
–I'm so sorry that there is no world where dreams and reality intersect...– he asked, his voice trembling with despair. –A world where I am with you, my queen of dreams..