The grass here is soft. His fingers curl, greeting each thin, velvety blade. Someone touches his jaw, brushes gently along his skin. Warmth engulfs him and he leans against the unhurried contact.
   "Sehun, you have to wake up." He closes his eyes harder and frowns.
   "No." Bells chime in his ears but, really, it's just the dream laughing. He tastes something sweet on his tongue.
   "You're cute. I'll see you later, okay?"
   "But I just got here." He turns onto his side, toward the voice, reaches out but finds nothing there.
   "I know. I'm sorry."
   He hears rain on the window before, reluctantly, opening his eyes.The alarm on his phone goes off the moment he picks it up to check the time and he just closes his eyes in defeat. Turning it off means he actually has to leave so he just listens to it chime. More rain falls outside. He his lips. His face still feels warm.