She dreamed of dancing. Waltzing to be exact, but not a slow and awkward waltz; a fast, thrilling waltz, the creamy skirts of her dress flying around her legs, dipping and twirling, laughter spilling from her mouth for sheer joy of it all. She felt like she was flying. Her partner...she knew him...from...somewhere...he was flawless. Smiling at her like he knew her thoughts. Hands strong and gentle, guiding her through the dance. The music slowed and he drew her close. She slipped her arms around him.
It felt wrong. It felt like holding an armful of feathers, barely there. Like he was disappearing.
She stepped back and looked up at him. He smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes. She could drown in those eyes, mismatched, but equally filled with sorrow. Physically he remained unchanged, but she could feel him lessening, slowly fading away before her eyes.
When she woke, she remembered the dream, as a dream is remembered; hazy and undefined. She remembered dancing and laughing, but her heart ached for a sad smile and mismatched eyes.