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A Dream . . . ?

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Published: Aug 6, 2015

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It was a beach like any other. It was a simple, white-sand beach, with the sound of the waves washing over everything, and the smell of salt on the breeze. What made this beach unusual was that there was no sign of any other living thing outside the water, save one lone man. He stood alone, gazing out to sea, unmoving, as still as a statue. This beach was unknown to all but him, but there was only one he could ever think of sharing its secret with. The only problem was, he didn’t even know if she was real.

It had happened again, for the third time this week. My peaceful dreams had been interrupted by a vision of that woman; the same woman that had been haunting my unconscious mind for so long now that-these days-it came to me while awake. The woman in the vision is what I envision to be the very picture of beauty. The woman has long, flowing black hair, softer than the finest silk, and flashes blue in direct light. Her skin is a pale pink shade, bordering on white. She has mahogany-brown eyes that are as warm as melted chocolate. Her lips are full and red, and beg me to kiss them, as I had often done in these visions. She had a perfect, graceful figure. It was the kind of shape that any woman would do anything to have. She was shorter than I was, and a little on the petite side, but in my eyes, that only made her all the more perfect. It made her seem fragile, like she would shatter at the slightest touch. I could sense, though, that when she was angered, she would prove to have a fierce tongue, and have a very strong will. I never saw this though, because the only one she could ever get angry at was me, and she once told me, “I would never think of hurting you.” This woman was perfect in every way, but I didn’t know if she was real. She seemed to perfect to be real, but at the same time, too real to be a dream. Unfortunately, she never gave me her name in any of my visions. Every time I asked, she would just giggle, and say, “Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies,” and she would give me a sly smile. This woman tormented me night and day. It was infuriating. And yet, even if I could get her out of my head, I’m not sure I would want to.