Dear You,

You don't exist and I've only met you once. We were trying to escape a complex via the train and had to keep running from train car to train car as the inspectors were following. You were quite pretty and you were kind. You held my hand as we ran. I don't know your name, but it doesn't really matter because you were a figment of my dreaming mind. Thank you for giving me the first night of restful sleep I've gotten in a long while.

I hope to meet you again sometime,

Me