The sky above the golden hour forever shines with a scattering of thousands of stars illuminating the land of festivities, to the sonorous roar of music, the rustle of bills and the clink of glasses.

Stay in the moment. In endless bliss, in which the end is marked only by awakening from a sweet dream, and it seems so far away that it is not visible at all behind the landscapes of a noisy city. The quiet noise of the drink hitting the walls of the glass, which you are loosely twirling in your hand, watching how the one who is most important is polishing the glasses at the bar.

The look of dark brown eyes only occasionally meets yours, and each such contact sends a wave of goosebumps over your delicate skin.

When this is would end?

The bliss does not end. The dream has no boundaries and limitations, endless happiness, a carefree city frozen in the moment, and giving you that very feeling of warmth inside, filling your life with meaning..

"It's time to wake up"

..has become your prison.

His low, velvety voice is heard next to you and this time you are afraid to look up. Because it's scary to get involved with the truth. As if if your eyes meet his brown attentive gaze in front of you again, even for a moment, the dream will immediately collapse.

"It's time for your old dog to retire, dear."

If losing yourself in that golden bliss of the dream world means staying with him, then is the price so great for someone who has lost everything except him?