White. Pure white. The color of peace, the color of serenity. Pure white surrounds me, and pure white is what I am.
I can see nothing but this blizzard of calm, white, bliss. Slowly, sounds come to me. A waltz. Ball music. It is the most soft, silken, smooth sound I have ever heard. The violin slides along the notes like a beautiful snake. The piano leaps from chord t chord, each vibration plucking at the very fabric of my soul.
I begin to gain more awareness of myself. I look down at my body, and see a tunic of pure white that envelops my chest. Everything I wear is pure white, down to my elegantly crafted boots.
Soon, I see her. A maiden of purity, of beauty, of grace.
She walks closer to me, and without a word, she takes my hand, places it on my waist, takes the other, and we being to glide along the gentle breeze of the music like falcons, reveling in an updraft.
I look into her eyes: a deep, mesmerizing blue that engulfs my soul and drowns me in their beauty.
She pulls me close. Like I, she wishes for this moment to last eternally.
We simply dance around in light circles, content in each other's presence, oblivious to everything. I am lost in her grace.
I close my eyes and simply melt into her, every touch sending pulses of ecstasy through my body.
Day and nights; years pass and we simply continue on in our eternal waltz.
I look into her eyes, but instead of seeing the deep, mysterious drowning beauty, I see sorrow, regret.
She slips her hand out of mine, and slowly fades away.
The pure white turns to a dead black.
I awake in my bed.
A small tear rolls down my cheek.
I don't care if it's a dream. I want it to last forever.