Dream With Me

One - 'A Rich Green Forest'

You breathe in the crisp morning air, smelling hues of pollen and dew that rest ever so lightly on the plants that surround you. The sky is still painted with glimpses of oranges from the sunrise just a few minutes ago, however, through the tops of the trees that climb impossibly high, you can see the clear blue and soft white that stroke it oh so carefully.

Sticks break delicately under your feet as you walk silently, hand in hand with him. You train your eyes to the floor, cheeks burning hot as you feel his warm gaze linger on your profile, and notice the beauty below you: twigs lay in intricate patterns, bugs creep in organised chaos, leaves create mosaics, and it's beautiful. Every pebble, every clump of mud, every form of life- it's beautiful.

Your attention is stolen by a gentle bird song that whisks its way through the branches and across the reservoir, prompting more tree-dwelling creatures to sing along. You smile as you continue your slow walk, closing your eyes and lifting your chin, focusing on the gentle noises of the environment around you. It's comfortably quiet, the babbling of a stream and the gentle calls of the wildlife being the only noises to grace your ears.

"Come," he almost whispers, pausing for a moment and pulling you in between some bushes. You laugh lightly, brushing your damp sleeves as to rid the stray leaves and plants that clung to you, eager to join you on your morning adventure. As you look up, you see his gleaming face only for a moment, before he turns around to face the crystal water.

It flowed over pebbles, tumbling and splashing gracefully and effortlessly through the woods, on its very own adventure. The sepia sunlight bounced luxuriously off of the ripples in the icy water, tinting it golden and turning into a glinting liquid gold as dew drops delicately fall from the trees above you, one splashing you on the cheek. You wipe it with a cold finger, chuckling, turning his attention towards you. A smile embellishes his face, dimples showing and a breathy laugh escaping through his slightly chattering teeth. No words are spoken, though none are needed- the comfort of each other's presence is enough to speak for a thousand years.

After a moment, he grabs your hand again, this time in both of his, rubbing it as he feels your icy skin. You continue to stroll through the forest, admiring every tree, every leaf, every bug, and the beauty frankly removes all words from your mouth. Your careless steps send you both walking in zig zags a long the wide, worn path for what seems like hours, until you reach another part of the brook.

Here, it's quieter, calmer. The water moves slowly; so slowly, you can barely see it flowing. You sit down, tugging at his wrist to get him to sit next to you. The wet grass dampens your jeans but you don't mind- you'd rather have damp jeans in exchange for the peace and serenity of which you're experiencing.

Long blades of green lean over the bank and dip into the water while tiny white flowers bloom, scattered carelessly around the open space. It's hard for you to believe that this place isn't inhabited by some ethereal being that watches over you admiringly- there's no way.

You lean forward, blowing into the water, causing rings of ripples to sweep across to the other side of the bank. Your reflection dances joyously back at you, and you stare, only for a moment, into your glistening eyes. Glistening eyes that are full of desire, full of hope, full of love. You smile at your reflection, remembering your worth, and for the moment while you stare, you are oblivious to the other set of eyes staring at you, full of desire, full of hope, full of

Love.

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Sorry it's really short but oh well