Title:Of a dream
Summary: Whoever she was, she was always in his dreams.
She was in his dream again. She was there quite often.
They traveled together, through the stars and across time. Whenever he looked over his shoulder, there she was. Always standing there. Always smiling.
The places they went together. The creatures they fought. The things they saw. No matter how horrifying it was she always stayed with him. He knew that she missed her family, but yet she chose to stay with him. He felt bad sometimes of how much she missed out from her old life, but she had told him that as long as they were together she wouldn't miss anything.
Her face was permanently etched into his mind. The way her brown eyes would glimmer in anticipation. The way the rays of sunlight would reflect off her golden hair. The way her nose wrinkled up slightly when she laughed. Her face was always there. And the sound of her voice was always in his ears.
She had a voice like an angel. It seemed to soothe him when he was angry. It made him excited when she spoke of where she wanted to go next. Sometimes he would stop talking, just to listen to her speak. After a few moments she would stop and look at him, with a curious look on her face. Then she would start to laugh, and he would laugh right along with her.
He had a feeling deep in the pit of his stomach when he looked at her. He wanted to do whatever he could to make her happy. If she was happy, he would be as well. This feeling was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It seemed to well up out of him like a great tidal wave. Sometimes he wondered if she felt the same way.
He had no name for this feeling.
It was more than friendship.
It was more than love.
Of all the words he knew, there was not one that could describe how he felt. He knew so many words, but none of them were right.
Love. Adoration. Completeness. None of them did it justice.
He wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her more than anything. Just as he was about to, he woke up. The dream ended.
Through sleep laden eyes, he looked around the room. Everything was the same. His books lay scattered around his study. Knick knacks perched upon their shelves. The sunlight streamed through the partially drawn curtains and bathed the room in a warm glow. There was a soft knock on the wooden door, and it slipped open.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Smith. You aren't up yet. I'll come back in a minute," the young maid said.
"It's quite all right Martha." With a soft smile, she set down a tray on the desk and watched as he pulled his dressing gown over his shoulders. "I just woke up from a rather pleasant dream. There was a woman in it. We traveled together. I wish I knew who she was. I've never actually seen her before in my life. Not that I can remember at least."
"What was her name?" Martha asked as she looked down at her shoes. She didn't need to ask though she knew exactly who he was dreaming of. Even as a human, he still thought about her.
"Her name was Rose."