The creak of burning wood disturbed the forest idyll. Arthur was awake, worried that wild animals from the surrounding areas might disturb your little campsite. His gaze slid over your peaceful face, froze on your trembeling eyelashes.

"Do I have the force I need to break into your dreams?"

A gust of wind, a twinkle of stars, a wheezing stream somewhere nearby...

"Do you dream of me?" – а thought slipped somewhere in the back of his mind.