She walked into the room, and they could’ve sworn some sort of cool refreshing summer breeze came in with her. She was radiant, her soft fresh skin, her wide smile and most of all her eyes, shining with unexplainable happiness.
She kissed her mother good morning and greeted her father wit ha hug.
She couldn’t stop smiling and her fragile body seemed too small to fit her spirit, she was jumping on the inside, it was obvious!!
Of course she was!! she was overwhelmed with joy for she had seen him again! Her prince charming galloped on his white stallion right into her dream.. He’s doing so more and more often! And she couldn’t complain, hell she loved it!
His eyes…oh his eyes! Their color would vary throughout the night, starting with a deep shade of brown and all the way to becoming lucid gray..like she could see him more clearly through that window that wouldn’t open but slowly. His hair would toggle between black, blond and everything in between! But it didn’t matter! he was there, inside out, there where she could see him, there where she could talk to him, there where she could feel him, touch him and kiss him over and over and over again! There where there were no bonds, where she was free to fulfill all her weirdest maddest most eccentric thoughts and fantasies…
Oh how she waited for the nights to come, so she can take that trip into where there was neither time nor space, where she’d strip off all the shame, guilt and remorse of her conscience and dive into the Jacuzzi of his presence. She could feel his hands touching her face, then playing with her hair, when she would childishly, like a spoiled girl, tell him to stop, only meaning it à moitié , and he knew that... he’d laugh, and, smiling at her, go filling her ears with the most tender whispers…some whispers!!!

How she loved that feeling… in her sleep, she’d fall asleep!.. to the tenderness of his words, the softness of his caresses and the gentle sound of his voice.. she’d tilt her head upon his bare chest and pretend her fingers are a pair of feet, going back and forth on his torso..then..with angelic eyes, she’d look up at his face – that kept changing too! like his eyes and hair, but that didn’t matter either!- and see his gleeful smile…
Oh how she loved it! Every night was a new day! New feelings, new emotions.! Everyday she woke up cheerful, overwhelmed and exited..
Today, she relived this night over breakfast, and, after an energetic wave goodbye to her parents, walked to work, happiness drawn on her face like on that of a little girl marching towards school on her very first day…