[There's a long pause before he opens one eye— just one— baffled that a stronger response had not been made. There was no harsh rebuke, at least not yet, and he cannot decide if that means he can breathe easily or if he should be more worried than he already is.]

Yes, I believe so.

[A beat, as he opens his other eye, puzzled.]

... this is a world built upon dreams and stories. Some part of me foolishly thought it might wake you.

[But of course, there was more to it than that.]

I should have known that it would not, but I— I could not help myself.