in some far galaxy...

    Out of nowhere, she appears in the seat next to mine on the Red Line train. She begins talking with the familiarity of one who's used to telling me about her day. I look at her intently, smiling at the happy coincidence of seeing her on the way home. Her hair is shorter than I remember it to be, but she still looks great nonetheless.
    "Oh my god, some guy tried to hit on me today with the worst joke ever."
    "Can I hit on you?" I ask playfully, taking her hand. I think about my own worst joke ever involving spaceship pants and something being out of this world.
    She attempts to withdraw her hand for a moment, and I squeeze it just a little. As if changing her mind, she stops and squeezes back, our hands now firmly in each other's.
    "Maybe."
    The train arrives at our stop and we get off, hands still clasped together. As we stroll alongside the tracks, I think about how happy I am. How happy we are.
    All of a sudden, the realization hits me.
    "None of this is real," I tell her abruptly, halting our step. "The impossible fact that you and I are together right now means that all of this is just a dream."
    She looks at me, the mixture of fear and incomprehension apparent in her eyes.
    Thoughts flash across my mind. I don't have much time - this would all end at any moment. But if only I could somehow preserve this reality. Maybe this IS all real, but simply in some other world. I finally decide that it would be better to leave this world in a good state rather than one of admitting defeat, so I pull her closer to me as the world around us starts to disintegrate...