I had a dream.
A dream which immersed me in the clouds. The clouds of love. The clouds of internal fascination. The clouds of unrelenting passion. I dropped myself into her room. Starry starry night. The moon was gleaming. All the doors of mundane stories kept themselves in silence.
She was sleeping.
In an immaculate white night gown, she was looking like an angel. Angel of my miraculous transformation. Angel of love. Angel of my eternal bliss. I put myself down on the floor to stare her beautiful eyes. They were closed. They were busy in singing lullaby for her.
She was sleeping.
A crisp air was troubling her short, darkened hair. They were hurling to go to the wind or toward some untraveled world. But she was in peace.
A blissful girl was sleeping still.
I was sitting beside her. Wanted to touch her. Wanted to kiss my lips on her forehead. Craved to get engrossed with my angel. But nothing I could do. I just gazed.
The night was not so long. The alarm clock was pounding. My bountiful inner urges were still lying hidden in my soul. I got up. Without embracing her. Without feeling the warmth and grace of her entire existence. Without even touching my lips on her beautiful eyebrows.
I wound up. And again the clouds of love, essence of unconscious emotions made me lost in a dark, shadowy night.
I had a dream.
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