That night, as he lay in the soft sheets, the emptiness beside him felt almost unbearable. He drifted off with his thoughts consumed by Karen. He fantasized about Karen sliding under the sheets, her presence warm and real. The night became a whirlwind of passion, every touch, every whisper, more vivid than reality. But when the morning light filtered through the curtains, Major awoke alone. He sighed, chalking it up to another fantasy. Yet as he turned to get out of bed, his heart nearly stopped. There, draped across the pillow, was Karen's lingerie—a delicate, lace-trimmed piece he’d never seen before. Was it just a fantasy, or had something more surreal happened? The mystery lingered in the air, leaving Major to wonder if maybe, just maybe, fantasy and reality weren't as separate as they seemed.