As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue, your room grew dim.

A sudden rustling startled you, and you looked up from your laptop and turned to the window. Only to find Dream, fingertips grazing the windowsill and a backpack strapped onto his back, peering inside with a bright smile.

He probably climbed up the fire exit stairs again. Like always, he couldn’t be apart from you for long.

Dream’s glossy voice was dampened through the glass pane. “It’s me again!”