KAYA'S POV

I had control here, if I wanted him gone, he would go. And maybe this was what these realistic dreams were for. A way to let go, and realize my worth.

The sooner he left the better. I pulled out of his grasp and he let go according to my wishes, as I slipped out of bed, tightening my robe. He looked at me intently, eyes never leaving me and I stared back at him for a moment. Before closing my eyes.

 How does this work again? It was easily done according to all the movies I had watched. All I had to do was believe, or wish...