gsephard

I have had this dream a million times; me standing in a flowery plains, the sky is a nice bright blue, the suns rays lightly kissing my skin with a gentle breeze, it's making my long white dress fly and ruffles my curly dark strands of hair. There is another person with me. I can't make out his blurry face but I can hear his warm laugh, the sound makes me cold inside. I reech out to touch him, his skin is warm like snuggling into a blanket on a cold winters day. He says something to me, I cant hear because his voice sounds of pure joy that has never faced evil. He talks again. "Why is your skin so cold?" I snatch my hands back from him and