Do you want to know my most forbidden dream?

Summer always brings with it special stories.
Things that aren't spoken of out loud... but that linger somewhere beneath the surface.

Sometimes I have the same dream.
Warm air, an open balcony, light fabric that barely touches the skin, living its own life with every movement of the wind.

And in this dream, there's more than just an image.
Not words—there are almost none.
Rather, a feeling: tension, intimacy, a moment that seems to hang between "permitted" and "impossible."

The strangest thing isn't the dream itself.
But how it stays with me after waking.
A slight tremor, something unspoken... and the thought that the line between fantasy and reality is sometimes too thin.

We often pretend to control even our desires.
But dreams are more honest.

So here's the question...
If you had a dream like this,
would you want to watch it through to the end,
or would you prefer to wake up a little earlier?