The room seemed to extend into oblivion, and the walls were drained of all color. This extended past eye sight. This room was full of nothingness, or so it appeared. To the far right lay a woman, dressed in a silk dress as white as the walls surrounding her. Beneath her were the petals of a thousand roses, blood red in color. The deep red of the roses' petals made this woman stand out from the white walls. Her skin was a light peachy color, and her cheeks had a slightly darker shade, for her blood must have rushed to her cheeks, giving her a slightly flustered look. Her hair was dirty blonde and lay resting upon her shoulders and various rose petals surrounding her in what was nowhere. Her eyes were closed; she was resting and all you could hear in this room was the soft sound of her breathing. Now entering this room was a tall man, he wore all black. His shirt was black, along with his dress pants and shiny shoes. The only thing standing out was his silver cross necklace that hung from his neck and rest on his chest. His skin was also peachy in color, but not as brilliant as the woman's. He had dark brown hair and eyes to match; he looked over at the woman lying in the petals and slowly began walking towards her. The sound of his footsteps mixed with the soft sound of the woman's breathing, he continued walking; getting closer and closer to the sleeping woman. He stopped when he stood in front of her, he gazed at her elegance and beauty and a smile appeared on his face. He knew this woman; she was all too dear to him. He knelt down near her and kissed her on her lips, whispering one sentence, "No matter where you are, no matter if it's all a dream, I love you and I'll be here for you...always." With that sentence the man sighed and kissed the woman once more; he interlaced his hand with hers and sat there, waiting for his beloved's eyes to open.