Her red lipstick glistened under the moonlight.
“I love you so much Roberto,” she cooed.
“My name is Joe,” I replied.
She loosened her grip on my shirt, and her image began to fade away.
“No, no! I am Roberto. I was just kidding.”
Her image became clear once again, and she pushed me onto the sandy beach.
Where the sandy beach came from, I wasn’t sure.
“Kiss me Roberto!” she said as she hovered on top of me.
I hesitated, and she faded away.
I pulled back and layed against the wet sand, waiting for her to come back.
Moments later she appeared beside me, stroking my forehead.
“I love you so much Roberto,” she said.
Then out of nowhere she pulled out a gun and shot me right in the heart.

And then I woke up.

I rolled onto my side, trying to pace my breathing out.
My girlfriend Selene heard me breathing and slapped the side of my head.
“Cut it out! I’m trying to sleep.”
I huffed at her, and rolled onto my other side.
All the while, thinking about how much she resembled the girl in my dream.