Surreality comes in many forms. It comes in the form of the moonlight flooding the cold,hard floor; the light playing tricks on the eyes and the mind. It comes in the form of two voices in the wee hours of the morning, muffled with sleep. It comes in the form of shared secrets, regrets, fears, a longing undefined. It's there in the night breeze, the warmth of each other. It comes in knowing there's some one out there for you.