She isn't real; she can't be. There is no possible way that this creature is real. This is a dream, isn't it? The luscious brown hair flowing gently over her shoulders, the curls framing her face just the same. The satin blue of her dress complementing her eyes in a way that just makes jaws drop when they see her. She is just too beautiful that it's so hard to handle. That's why she can't be real, it isn't fair to every other being on the planet to have to deal with her perfection.
She makes her way into the front room, the slap of her bare feet on the cold tile echoing through the empty room. The sun reflecting through the glass window is shining just so it looks like there is beams radiating from her(maybe it's just his imagination). The way that she walks, so effortlessly, it's almost as if she's flowing across the room to him, and it causes him even more pain in his chest.
The words she whispers make him melt on the inside, even with their simplicity. It's just the love that you can just tell is there makes it so much better than when someone say it flatly, or even with little emotion. But that's not her style. It's almost as if she lives to make his life a living hell, like she loves to cause him such torture and pain, all because of her love.
The next thing he knows he's sitting up in his bed, rubbing the side of his temple with his palm. He looks around, and it's just him. Not the beautiful angle who he loves so much, just one author with a pounding hangover. He's got a new found lust for sleep, because it always does this to him, he always ends up having the most amazing dreams about this beautiful, but faceless, woman.
The only thing that he knows is he is meant for her; if she even exists. She's his girl. The one person who he knows he can connect with and the one who he's going to finally connect with. Not like his past wives, past girlfriends, past lovers, past anything. She's the one who is going to be it. Not just some one night stand or summer fling, but the real deal.
It's not like he hasn't been in love before. He has, he's even been married before. But honestly, those weren't what he was looking for. He's looking for someone who he can walk up to and say that I'll always love you the most, no matter what happens. And this person, this ghost that he just dreamed about(lest he forget it wasn't the first time), well, that just might be who she is.
Hi there. I'm Kota and this is another story. I know it isn't a long chapter, and honestly, I'm only writing this to please myself, so I don't really care about the length. This is just a side project to help clear my head for the novel I'm writing. If others find enjoyment in reading this as I write it, then thank the maker. also, fifty points to the person who can identify where the title/summary for this story came from(:
