On the following day, as she stirred awake, the sun poured through the unshuttered floor-to-ceiling window, casting a radiant glow. She sat up, momentarily adrift in the hazy boundary between dreams and reality, struggling to decipher the veracity of the previous night's events.

Last night, she had confessed her affection to Bennett, and to her astonishment, he hadn't rebuffed her; he, in fact, admitted his affection in return.

Was it a genuine exchange of emotions, or had it been a mere figment of her dream-woven mind?

Could it be that they had indeed shared several tender kisses?

It all felt ethereal, Like a reverie.