In realism, there's a dream.

I'd like to honestly think that I'm just in a sort of a dream.

Everything seems vague, hazed and uncertain.

Visions of people abruptly emerge inside my head so fast that I can only catch a glimpse of a familiar face.

The rest was just a milieu.

T'was like I am the photographer shooting a scene with that known face as my focus.

The familiar face grew clearer.

Defining its features and slowly making known itself to me.

Seeing it,

I smiled.