I wish.

I wish that dream was real.

My spinning thoughts suggest as I click my pen, completely ignoring everything around me - the irritating voice of my teacher, and the annoying fly, and the piercing ray of sunshine that was falling right in the middle of our classroom.

I never dream - and if I ever do, it's not nearly as vivid.

This felt way too real to be a dream.

I know I felt that warm breeze. I know I felt the softness of the grass. I know I felt the warmth of his fingertips.

It felt like I visited a tiny world that is locked in the jar and there lived that lonely boy, so happy to finally welcome someone.

Tiny happy world which doesn't know any sadness and sorrow - isolated and lonely, but still happy, like that boy.

And the name of that world... I don't know it, but his name was Obito Uchiha. It's somehow suitable for this island of joy and freedom.

If I were to stay in that made-up world, in that jar, I would constantly lay in the grass and make garnets of daisies. I think I would find my happiness in that land of never ending sunset.

Instead of notes my notebook was filled with little garlands - something to remind me of that world even if I start to forget it. And for some reason, forgetting it seemed to feel like a sin.

Girls in school constantly talk about dreams and their meanings - so what does this mean? Does it even have any significant meaning? Did an angel just visit me?

I thought maybe if I remembered all the little details it would give me more clues. All the little details were there, collided in my mind like perfectly united pieces of broken glass - even the smell of that goddamn grass - but then I realised that something was missing.

I couldn't remember his face.