“Ready to go, Rin?” I ask.
 
“Could be,” she responds, but she nods her head.
 
“Aright, here we go!”
 
We both Jump the bridge we’re standing on. I’m falling. Despite everything, my gut seems to fall out of me and I let out a howl of terror.  The water zooms in faster than I can keep track of it.
 
And I’m in bed again, panting. Rin is in a similar state, a few feet away. I don’t know exactly when we started doing this, escaping to our dreams. I suppose you could say we always have. In a more literal sense, it must have been sometime after the machine entered the market for the general public. That’d be five years ago now, I suppose.
 
“Interesting,” she said, quietly.
 
“What is?” I ask
 
She pauses for a moment, “Difficult to say. The feeling of falling but of knowing nothing bad can come of it.”
 
“You want to try to paint that?”
 
“If I can. You want coffee?” Rin asked, standing up.
 
“In a while, maybe. I can get my own when I need to. It’s so much harder for you anyway.”
 
She shrugged and wandered off. The feeling of closeness that the dreams bring is starting to wear off. I wonder if I’ll be able to look her in the eyes when it’s gone.