The Man in My Dreams

Synopsis

Ever since my ex-boyfriend "died," he had been showing up in my dreams. "The weeds on my grave are completely overgrown. Do you have time to trim it?" "There are stray dogs peeing in front of my grave. It's disgusting. Can you clean it up?" In my dreams, I always agreed without hesitation. So every time I woke up, I'd happily go take care of his grave—sweeping it clean, neat, and spotless. I even planted a few bunches of yellow chrysanthemums, his favorite when he was alive. Then I'd post it on Instagram like a proud little ritual check-in. Until one day, at a restaurant, I ran into my supposedly dead ex-boyfriend. He was alive, wearing a tailored suit, with a glamorous new girlfriend on his arm. He looked at me sideways, grinding his teeth. "It's been a while. Even if I cheated on you back then, that doesn't mean you get to go around telling people I'm dead—and building me a grave." I blinked. "So you were cheating on me? And you weren't actually dead?" He froze. I tilted my head. "Then who exactly have I been talking to in my dreams every night?"