I had a dream
I had a dream last night. It was only about 15 seconds. It was like a photograph, but with feelings. It was of a friend of mine, a past girlfriend.
It was early morning. We were both young. We were rich and in love. We were in a mansion overlooking the Caribbean. There were marble floors and stone arch passways opening up to a caramelized sky of red, orange and purple with a bright yellow sun rising up over the sea. We were having freshly squeezed orange juice with mangoes and champagne. She was wearing baby blue silk pajamas with brightly colored peacocks embroidered all over. She wasn’t wearing any make-up. She doesn’t need any. I have never seen her so beautiful. She was vibrant, happy and full of life and so was I.
And that was it. The dream was over.