And dreams are made of this...

Dreams are portals to your most inner desires.

It is the passage that allows you to permit the soul to escape its mortal bounderies and create its own reality before morning comes crashing it down...

Dreams make life more bearable, and allows the human spirit to reign in all its glory .

In this realm of the imaginary we as writers of our own destiny are solo rulers of the Universe.

No stopping the hability to be. So the next words speak for itself, enjoy...

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The streets were deserted.

Only one person left to be defeated, she was going to bring him down...

He looked proud and like he had no care in the world this one or any for that matter. He was waiting for her move and when it came it didn`t disappoint him...

There.

She moved one piece on the chestboard and took his bishop out.

Let him make the next move !!!

She was so anoying sometimes...

They were on a white cloud seated in pillows so light you could barely see them , with a marble table were the chestboard stood upon.

He really thought they could spend their time with more agreeable activities and yet his wife was such a pain in the b**. She played a mean chess game dough, he smile to himself as he look at the way she was concentrading. The way that her face was light up with joy for something so simple to accomplish,. The truth was that she always took pleasure in the most simple of things.

In anything really. He stop playing for a second and got hold of her hand.   " Have i told you in the last few seconds how much i love you ? "

" Nice try, but i am still taking you down, buster...Love you too. "

Throwing his head back in laughter he looks down on the board. He need it to find a way to beat her...

The End

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