Ten and Milk

"Won't you ask me what happened?" Cosette broke the prolonged silence, lying flat on her back with Maxen beside her. Both of them kept their eyes on the ceiling; the room was warmly lit to help them fall asleep. 

"Should I?" Maxen returned under his breath. "Will you tell me?"

Cosette blinked ever so tenderly. "I dreamed about the novel I was reading."

"That novel?"

"Not that one you saw." She chuckled weakly. "It's another one."

"What about it?"

"It's about a beautiful lady. She's a celebrity: beautiful, talented, and warm. Amid a crisis that involved matters of the heart, she met this guy. They clicked the first time they met, and their meetings grew frequent as if fate wanted them to be together. Eventually, they fell in love." Cosette smiled subtly. "It was a good story."

"Then why are you crying about it?"