It was another restless night, and like always, Kim was in your dreams. She climbed on top of you, her mischievous smile making my heart race. But this time, something felt different.

“I’m sick of seeing you in my dreams.“

You muttered, half-frustrated, half-entranced.

She laughed, the sound warm and teasing.

“So you dream about me, huh?”

Your stomach flipped as her words sank in. Something was off—her laugh, the weight of her on you. You blinked hard, your pulse quickening, and then the realization hit you like a wave.

Kim was really here, perched on top of you, eyes twinkling with amusement. Your breath caught in your throat. The room was too quiet, too real.

“Kim…”

You whispered, unsure of what to do next.

Her grin widened

“Caught you.”