Perfection

I awoke to the sight of dawn and the lovely scent of pine. I look around and began to realize I was alone in the middle of the woods. I felt my long golden blonde hair expecting it to be in ratted tangles, but it was actually in elegant and beautiful ringlets. I lifted my hand grazed my cheek and I could feel that I had make-up on. I slowly raised my index finger and gradually touched my bottom lip. I looked down and saw a red as blood smear on my finger. But it wasn't blood it was lipstick. I gazed at my arm and noticed I was so pale. I was surprised because I always had beautiful olive toned skin. It was impossible for it to be creamy white. I also noticed I was wearing a gorgeous flowing evening gown. It was a white and simple. Yet so beautiful. I couldn't remember one thing from last night. And I definetly don't ever recall dressing in such a formal dress. I held my hand to my heart for a moment. I didn't feel a heart beat though. That was the moment that I remembered one thing. He said I was perfection. I then knew I was dead.