How many times do you dream about that handsome guy? Tenth time? Hundredth? It's such a strange and pleasant experience.

His name is Riki. That's what you called him. You dream about a Japanese boy almost every day, and all these dreams feel like your second life. Each dream is different, each one so colorful and alive. Yesterday you were on a paradise beach, today at a romantic waterfall. In the dream, he's your favorite person. You are so used to him that getting up at the sound of the alarm clock feels like hell. Today is no exception.

the sound of the alarm

You grudgingly open your eyes, feeling your body wrapped in someone's big warm arms and a quiet sleepy whine sounds right next to your ear.

Hanging your head slightly to the side, you suddenly see him. Riki opens his eyes sleepily, and the corner of his lip lifts slightly.

– Love, are you awake yet?