• Here, you are nothing
    But a figment of my imagination
    A memory of mine, a dreamt
    Character, so fragile,
    if I were to awake, you'd
    Cease to exist.
    It feels good, holding
    A life in your hands
    But I'd never be able to end it.
    Believe me, as your inventor,
    You are safe.

    I'll dream you again tonight.