You. ( Part 1 )

Ashes to ashes,

Dust to dust.

If anyone may see me tonight, 

You must.

Gliding across the hallway, she left tags of her fragrance, each being carefully followed and received by my nasal senses. The smell uniquely belonged to her and now was linked to her deep and mysterious olive emerald eyes, which gleamed every time I could distinctly smell her watermark.

The pale white light struck my eyes as if she had cast the Orton Effect upon my vision, which now blurred her pearl cream gradient long robe, the robe, which like a lake, flowed across the reflective marble surface which shone like diamonds in her radiance. Blinded by her beauty, I could no longer chase her scent or recapture her smile in my head. But, those glimpses, they could never fade away.

Waking up and taking brisk grasps, he woke up from what seemed like his most bewitching nightmare. gripping his breaths, he voluntarily tried recalling what he had thought he had seen in his state of unconsciousness mingled with his loud midnight snarls. Still in his bed, he reached out his one hand towards the coaster up on the glass brimming with water, while his other hand searched for a source of light to enhance his sight. Without tumbling over the glass or spilling the glass full of water, he dragged it to his dry maroon lips and gulped as much as his scorched mouth cavity could capacitate at a time.

Pushing back his long locks of hair, which shadowed his tan brown fore head, which was now dripping with drops of sweat, he pulled open his pair of spectacles from under the pillow and waited for his pupils to adjust to the hollowness of the darkness which vacuumed past the entire room while manually blinking hard to fasten the process.

Sitting like a triangle, with one hand under his wet chin, and the other supporting his vest sheathed body on the mattress, he recapitulated her figure and her visage again in his head. Her glistening aura, her slender and long structure with symmetrical curves, her auburn open hair which were naturally as frizzy as were of any paranormal kind captivated him in every possible manner. Her stretched white canvas donned by innumerous freckles directed his attention to the depth of her eyes which was further magnified by their immense jade like spectra. Lips, like draped in pure blood, so pristine. Each facet of her soma, every distinct eyelash, the pale peach masked face, everything was simply unforgettable. 

Grasping his breath once or more, he was finally in his true senses. Gazing upon the hung, grey wall clock he recognized the hour. Twenty-five past three. Fazed by the realization of the Thursday morning, he once again lay calm in his bed; adjusting his pillow, pulling forward his pull sheet, he shut his eyes once again. Shutting them while hoping to escape the image.