Dream

I was walking on an empty platform in the City Hall subway station, Line Number 2, the Circle Line. 

Why is this place so empty?

How did I get here?

I checked the time on my phone and it was close to midnight. 

Already?

What happened to Haein?

The last thing I remember was entering her studio, and then suddenly I found myself in this empty subway station. 

Right. 

This must be a dream. 

The station can't be this empty at this time. The last train should still be running. It might be less crowded, but there should be at least a few drunk students and salarymen trying to make their way home. 

And it's not the first time I had dreams that felt this real. In fact, sometimes my dreams feel so real I get confused after I wake up.