Dreams are made of this...Mature

Why do i see so much better in black and white ?

Is it because my eyes are green and i seek refuge in neutral colours ? Whatever the reason why this one is played in my dreams...

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Pass the realm of dreams in a far away land called possibilities i arrive. The feeling of being watched is real in an unfamiliar place.

I feel no fear. A chill runs down  my spine as i step forward in the subconscient.

I can sense a presence but not who.

A sound in the air. A record plays.

A music made for dancing cheek to cheek.

I understand now. This is all about romance...

A soft light shows the dance floor, and in the middle there is you.

A call as ancient as time, as alluring as a sirens song.

I respond in the form of changing my dress.

Black and white, Vera wang , because it is a dream, and here the sky is the limit.

We dance.

Such peace, i don`t reason the need to be softer.

I allow you to lead me in...

The music continues. In the real world, in a room not so far from here, there is  this woman, her name is Carla, she goes on sleeping, she goes on dreaming, she is smiling.

We let her be...

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The End

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