The warm rays of the sun tickled my cheek and as I opened my eyes I gazed at the miracle in front of me. To call her an angel would be to insult the perfection she embodies. Her amber hair played with the light of the sun releasing a golden shimmer of magic into the bedroom. The cloud-like comforter hugged her body. Comparing this image of beauty to some celestial experience reminiscent of heaven cheapens the transcendental glory of the moment.
Should I awake this Aphrodite of my kingdom with a gentle kiss? Is the rough touch of my weathered hand allowed to graze her porcelain skin? I cannot blink nor break my sight of this magnificent dream. Am I sleeping? Am I awake? To face reality without this goddess by my side would surely be my most grave torture. A morning without her would be an eternity of mourning. The two words becoming synonymous forever.
The fear of this truth wakes me and I am greeted by my fear. Languishing in my lonely curse, the charitable twinkling of hope whispers in my mind. "Come find me!" Like a warrior overcome by battle, a soldier with his last breath, I arise one last time and again search for her. Will my heart find its cure? I know not. Nonetheless, the warmth of her body welcoming me from my slumber. Her gentle hand draped upon my chest in a subtle request for protection. Awaking to the fairies of Helios prancing upon her gentle cheek is my vision and my dream.
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