“I was in the middle of a wonderful dream,” he sighed. “There was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She looked like you.” “You promised we would not marry until I was ready.” “She looked exactly like you, actually. Same face, same height, same braids.” One of his eyes opened and squinted up at me. “Yet you cannot be her, because she only ever smiled at me. But you, imposter, look like you want to step on me.”
