Dream Theatre

I enter the dream theatre on it's premier night. As I take my seat the lights dim and the blue satin curtains withdraw to the walls. The spotlight breaks the darkness with a self contained circle of light. My breath catches in my throat. Within that circle is her as perfect as ever. 
A pristine white dress is modeled on her curves. Her hair frames her face and falls to her shoulders as she reaches up and guides it over her ear. Hazel eyes twinkle at me over low sitting glasses. We let our eyes meet.
She smiles and I can't help myself. I outstretch my hand and start to rise because the only thing going through my mind is "My God she's beautiful."
But I rise to darkness and although I can't see, I know she is no longer there. 

The End

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