imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid

In my dreams, I remembered how I was

sleeping,

wide awake.

(Silly, right?)

Everything soft and blurry, because you didn't make things clearer, really, just...brought them into focus.

Is that too cheesy?

Well...I'm a cheesy sort of guy, Gala. I gotta be careful, in case you hear me goofing up out here.

I wonder what you're dreaming about. Is everything glowing in pinks and purples? Is the inside of your beautiful brain all green?

Sorry. I know I should be sleeping, not...watching you sleep. But can I help it, when my reality is so wonderful?

With you?