In the morning, upon waking up, I searched for Sophie with my hand, but she was nowhere to be found. Nevertheless, I thought that she might be busy preparing breakfast or doing something else, so I did not feel anxious. Since there was no school for me that day, I decided to stay in bed a little longer. After a few hours elapsed, I got up and readied myself for the day. However, to my dismay, Sophie was still missing, prompting me to call out her name. Unfortunately, there was no response. I took out my phone from my pocket to call her, but I realized that I could not find her contact. Frustrated by the situation, I exclaimed "No, not again!" and threw everything that was on the kitchen table. My mother heard the commotion and rushed towards me while I collapsed onto the ground. I started screaming, "I can't do this anymore! She is real, and I love her!" I looked at my foster mom, who saw tears streaming down my face. "Mom, I can't lose her again!" My foster mom was baffled, "You never call me mom. Is everything okay? Who is this Sophie that you keep talking about? Wait, did you dream again? Did you have an attack? You have to talk to me; I want to help you, but you need to let me help."

As I lay on the ground, gasping for breath, my foster mom's words slowly penetrated my mind. She was right; I needed to talk to someone about Sophie and what was happening to me. I struggled to sit up and wiped away the tears from my face.

Sophie is... someone I met in a dream. But she feels so real to me. Every time I dream of her, I feel like I'm living in another world, a better world, where everything is perfect."

My foster mom's expression softened as she listened to me. "That sounds wonderful," she said gently. "But you know that dreams aren't real,  and you know you have sleep paralysis right? They're just a product of your imagination."

"I know that," I said, feeling frustrated. "But it's like I can't control it. I keep dreaming of her and  I'm experiencing months maybe years with her I feel like I'm falling for her i love her with every viber of my being. And then when I wake up, she's gone, and I can't find her anywhere."

My foster mom sat down beside me and put a comforting arm around my shoulder. "I understand that it's difficult for you," she said, "but you have to remember that you're not alone. You have people who care about you and want to help you through this. We'll get you the support you need, okay?"

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. It felt good to finally share my feelings with someone who understood. With my foster mom's support, I knew that I could face this