Disclaimer: It is somewhat saddening to admit that I, in fact, do not own very much. Needless to say, owning Pokémon is barely a dream for someone like me.
She is standing in the moonlight, a light breeze ruffling her already disheveled hair, the pale light hitting it in such a way that it shimmers a beautiful silver.
Her back is turned against me, and I can only imagine her face. Maybe she's gazing at the starry sky in awe, maybe her amber eyes are reflecting the shimmering water surface, but that knowledge will remain a mystery to me.
She swerves around, and I am taken aback by the silent tears rolling down her cheeks. Her gaze trails off to the sky yet again, and I smile softly at the childlike innocence and curiosity she is displaying.
A large owl flies past us, mere inches above her head, and she flinches, gaping at the mighty creature before it is swallowed by the shadows of the forest yet again.
The calming lull of the waves, combined with the cricket symphony surrounding us makes for the perfect background music for this beautiful scene, and I close my eyes for a minute.
Tentatively, she dips her toe, soon followed by the whole foot, into the crystal-clear water, gathering the skirt of her modest nightgown in her arms.
When I crack an eye open, she stands before me in all her serene beauty. She is breathtaking, as always, and I smile.
She smooths out the wrinkles on the dress before resting her head in my lap. Slowly, she reaches out to ruffle my messy, dark tuft before closing her eyes.
Time slows to a crawl, which I am grateful for - the time spent with her is irreplaceable and priceless, and I wouldn't want anything more than for it to be eternal - and we stay like that for what felt like an eternity.
I reach out to put some stray strands of her golden hair in place behind her ear, and she stirs by the motion, and I let out a yawn. Her long hair seems to flow down my leg like a silky waterfall, glistening like the sea in the moonlight.
I trace the outline of her jaw with a finger, amazed at the surprisingly smooth touch, and she lifts heavy eyelids, peering up at me through her bangs.
Our eyes lock for the slightest of moments, and she turns to face the horizon. Trailing her line of sight, I notice a sliver of light appearing by the very edge of the ocean. I guess if you squinted, you might've seen the sun actually rising, but we didn't.
We just smiled goofily as dawn arrived, and I was happy the two of us could finally enjoy its beauty together.