To Fall In Love Without Magic

As much as I loved the magic of dreams, it was also a curse. It was the gift bestowed on me since birth. I can still remember the dreams from the first day I was born. I dreamt of the sun and the stars which lit the sky during the night. Every dream felt like rays of warmth that would paint my skin a light olive bronze... like a slow spell. Slow spells that took time to savor. Those were the best types.

Yet, it wasn't in my cards to cast spells. Of all the different callings I could have gotten, the universe decided to give me the gift of dreams.