"Did it ever occur to you that when you're making love to him, you're really making love to him?"

"Huh? What is that even supposed to mean? Of course, if I am making love him, he is the one I am making love to!"

"No, my friend. I am talking about two different hims."

"You mean like a split personality?"

"No, I mean like the him who handed over the entire book the day your paths had crossed. And the him who let you in just one page at a time."

"What the....."

"Aah! Now you get it, don't you?"

"But how could you say that. I am only in love with him..."

"And yet your naked body still moves to the rhythm of the other him's heart. Don't you remember how you stashed him away one rainy day because you no longer knew how to play the game?"

"I remember all too well."

"So, now tell me how does it feel to make love to him when you're really making love to him?"

"You know that feeling... when your mind is trying to wake you up and get you out of bed and your body refuses to budge an inch?"

"Do you mean sleep paralysis?"

"Yes. It feels like that, only there's no word for it... and neither is there a cure."