7.

That morning, this is what we did. We made love, we took a shower, then we went downstairs and had breakfast.

None of it was real. I didn’t care.

For breakfast I ate bacon and toast.

It wasn’t real bacon, and I didn’t care.

A couple of times, something weird happened. For example, the bacon and toast took literally no time to cook, they just appeared. And the kitchen was maybe two times narrower than its real-life counterpart, with higher ceilings.

But I didn’t care.

Because why would I? Strip down my waking life, and I’m a consciousness in a void. Strip down my dream life, and I’m a consciousness in a void.

What difference?

After breakfast, we went for a walk.