I got home from work today and he was in the dome, just chilling. No rush. No noise. Just being. And it stopped me for a second… because I remembered when this was only ever a dream. I used to imagine coming home to a space like this. A place that felt calm. Safe. Ours. Something that lived in my head long before it ever existed in real life. Now it’s just… normal. And that’s the wild part. It's too easy to forget Pause. Clock it. Because this reality didn’t drop out of nowhere you built it, sac