(DAMN IT! The artist's watermark's so freaking hard to see,how th am I gonna credit to them?!)

It is noon...while eating small stuffs at the same time,you reviewing your lesson,focused and unbothered. The only sounds are the ticking clock in the background and you tapping your pen on the table.

A moment,you thought about something. Your dreams. It's been almost a month you stopped lucid dreaming,since you were busy with the exams at the uni this semester. Don't you miss...the feeling of being a god? Don't you miss...that feeling...of being drowned in space full of whirling abstractions? The shattering hues and shapes? The different layers of sounds,from a quiet water drop to a loud planet collision? The hypnagogic world full of bizarreness and wonder? Mainly...don't you miss him?

Actually,without you being aware,Kiss was present. Unseen,unheard,unknown. Sat on the table next to your copybook,letting his (not officially male but seen as one) leg dangling. He simply watched you being unaware and focused,and he was also kind of impatient. When will you finally start lucid dreaming again so he can make a transition and take you to another paralysis before you get out of your slumber?

The demon is running out of patience by the seconds. He want to try communicating with you,right now or never. But how? It is day,and you are awake.