75 The dream

Chris had a dreamless sleep. Or so he thought. He was having a really nice moment, which he felt was only possible in the dream world. His eyes opened faintly to find a pair of eyes staring gently at him. Sky was nestled beside him under the duvet, humming softly to remind Chris that he had a melodious voice. The hum and gentle hair strokes tried to lull him into a peaceful slumber, but then he wondered why he needed to sleep again inside his dream when he could take this chance to enjoy this moment? 

His dim eye was greeted by the sight of Sky's radiant face glowing in the darkness.

For a moment, Chris was disoriented, unsure if he was still dreaming. The warm light that seemed to emanate from Sky's very being was otherworldly, and he couldn't help but be captivated by his beauty. 

"You... look like an angel," Chris murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep.