reverie / hs

21

The dream world unfolded before me, a shimmering mirage of beauty and possibility. I found myself standing in a spacious venue adorned with elegant floral arrangements of Lillies and twinkling lights—a place that felt surreal, almost too perfect to be real. The air hummed with a subtle energy, a delicate vibration that sent shivers down my spine. It was a place that felt both familiar and utterly foreign, a symphony of light, color, and scent that stirred a deep longing within me.

"Elena," a voice called out, breaking through the tranquil ambiance. It was a voice that I knew by heart, a voice that sent a flutter of hope and anticipation through me.

"Harry?" I gasped, my heart skipping a beat as I turned to see him standing there, looking handsome and charming as ever. His emerald eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and a tender smile played on his lips, a smile that sent a jolt of electricity through my body.

"Angel," he chuckled softly, his eyes filled with warmth as he took in my surprised expression. The air around him seemed to shimmer, his presence as tangible as the delicate fragrance of lilies that wafted through the air.

I rushed toward him, unable to contain my excitement. "You're here," I whispered, wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug, savorinng the warmth of his body pressed against mine. "We're here together."

Harry held me close, his embrace grounding me in this dreamlike setting. "Of course we are," he replied with a smile, his voice resonating with love, a comforting warmth that seeped into my very soul.

Together, we explored the venue, taking in every detail of its beauty. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers, a intoxicating blend of roses, lilies, and jasmine, that made my senses reel. Soft music played in the background, a gentle melody that seemed to whisper of a future filled with joy and laughter.

"It's perfect," I murmured, my eyes scanning the elegant decor and imagining our future events here. The thought of sharing a lifetime of memories in this magical place sent a wave of euphoria through me.

Harry nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Just imagine the celebrations we could have here," he said, his voice filled with anticipation, his words painting a vivid picture of a future that felt both exhilarating and terrifyingly real.

We walked hand in hand through the venue, the cool marble floor beneath our feet a stark contrast to the warmth of his hand clasped in mine. Although I knew this was anything but reality, I couldn't help but picture our friends and family gathered here, celebrating milestones and joyous occasions. Each corner held a promise of happiness, a glimpse into a future where our dreams intertwined seamlessly, a future where love and laughter were the only constants.

As we paused by a window overlooking a garden bathed in moonlight, the scent of jasmine intensifying with the gentle breeze, Harry pulled me close, his touch gentle yet filled with a longing that mirrored my own. "I love seeing you like this," he whispered, his voice soft against my ear, sending a shiver of longing through me.

I leaned into his embrace, feeling a rush of emotions, a torrent of hope, joy, and a gnawing fear that it was all too good to be true.

 "Being here with you feels so right," I confessed, my heart overflowing with a longing that felt both terrifying and exhilarating.

"Imagine the dance floor over there," Harry continued, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he pointed to a spot near the grand staircase, the intricate carvings on the banister catching the moonlight. "We could dance under the stars all night."

I chuckled softly, imagining the scene he painted, a scene of pure joy and uninhibited passion. "And look at the chandeliers," I said, gesturing toward the elegant fixtures hanging from the ceiling, their crystal prisms catching the moonlight and casting a thousand shimmering reflections across the room. "They would look stunning reflecting the moonlight."

Harry nodded, his expression filled with admiration. "You have such a beautiful vision," he said, brushing a strand of hair away from my face, his touch a jolt of electricity that sent a shiver down my spine.

Soon, I'll wake to the realities of my life—classes, responsibilities, and the distance that separates us. The thought of waking, of losing the warmth of his touch, the sound of his voice, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, sent a wave of despair through me.

But for now, as we lingered in this dream venue, surrounded by the promise of a shared future, I savored every moment with Harry, grateful for the chance to dream together, even if only in the quiet sanctuary of sleep. The warmth of his presence, the intoxicating scent of the lilies, the gentle melody of the music, all wrapped around me like a comforting embrace.