an extract from another story I'm working on at @Team_Devastation
There are times when Zero dreams of diamond dewdrops dripping down a raspberry-red tongue; he sees stardust and rainbows glittering in serene, alluring eyes; he sees rose petals and cherry blossoms stuck in mamba-black hair; he sees a face sculpted from honey and cinnamon, like sunlight porcelain; he sees a smile with seducing, sugar plum-sweet lips and luminous, seashell-white teeth. He hears laughter like seafoam and poppy seeds; he hears conch shells whispering in his ears; he hears a voice like liquid gold and Hawaiian dance speak to him. He sees flashes of a vivid smile, another of standing in a meadow of roses, then another of running on the beach; sand coating his toes, salt in his mouth.
There's always an outline to his dreams, of a woman; a woman with a gentle face and a mellow smile, her dark hair always hides half of her face from him, and she's always holding a flower in her jade-knuckled hands. She seems nice, like all the clouds' softness is in her hands, and she's so irrevocably warm that Zero finds himself walking closer and closer to her so that her face becomes clearer and clearer. He calls a name he can't remember and she begins to turn to look at him and...
He awakes, and he sighs.
"I was so close this time, too..." He smiles. "I almost touched you."
