It was a stormy night of summer
When two paths have been crossed
She didn't know what was upon her
For her it was a simple sleep with lights closed
Because dream world was long time lost
And only when her head the pillow touched
Her lids slowly shut
She could see again fantasies flying around
A bare view in the surround
And her eyes met a stranger
He turned,
She stared
And they both took a look at the world from there
A world just like theirs
Only them were intruders.
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The Time We Dreamed
PoetryDifferent dream, same person. Cassandra and Jason are trapped in a world of fantasies each night, with nothing to do but to get to know each other. Can this magic curse upon them be one of the best things that had happened or will all fade away in a...
