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_{Stained glass skies overhead threaten to shatter at any instant. Kaito’s only half-there, staring at the clouds that go floating across the cerulean landscape in improbably perfect shapes. He’s afraid to even point to them as he explains their shapes, worried that a jabbing finger will shatter the illusion, and he’ll by lying on his stomach instead of his back, light from his bedroom window stinging against his eyes.}

_{Instead he just voices his opinions to Miku, who in the dream sits next to him and voices her own theories in a cheerful soprano. And although, in these early morning hours, he knows it’s a dream, he can’t help treasuring every smile that he she gives him.}

_{But reality triumphs in the end, as it always does. The gossamer is spun into strands too thin to hold anything, and soon the concrete sensations of his bedroom overcomes the imagined setting of his dream. He’s not in a grassy field admiring the clouds but lying on his stomach with sheets puddled around his waist and his arms. The sun and clouds fade, as does the grass and the sound of the birds chirping. The final thing to fade is Miku’s voice, but that doesn’t mean that she is gone. Far from it. Because when he opens his eyes, she’s laying right next to him.}

_{There’s no disorientation, no confusion. All is right with the world and this is exactly where she’s meant to be, because she loves him. She said as much last night, before eyes that could hardly stay open coaxed her into his bed, not before she turned down his offer for him to sleep on the couch.}

_{He props himself up slightly to look at her. She’s curled on her side, face serene and lips parted as she breathes steadily, in and out. Adoration wells up within him, in seeing her untroubled and still, and despite all of the heartache he’s been through for the past week, he can’t imagine anyone he’d rather see when he opens his eyes.}

_{He considers getting up and getting ready for the day, but the sheets are warm against his legs and the sight is warm within his heart. Such moments are as fragile as stained-glass skies in dreams. Emotions can not exist in memories; moments of such love are fleeting and meant to be cherished.}

_{So instead of getting up, he savors the moment for all it is worth, pulling the blankets up around them and wrapping his arms around her. He doesn’t want to wake her but he doesn’t want her to miss this exquisite moment, and so he sends gentle kisses to land against her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, tangling bare legs together and enjoying the sweetness of having her here with him.}