In an instant the sweet fragrance of flowers surrounds me.
Petals of roses mark my path, I’m careful not the crush a single pink petal.
Beneath my feet shaded pink, the carpet feels so soft I'm walking on air.
Then the bed surrounded by a veil of white with a hint of pink, I cannot see within but the rose petals lead me to its entrance.
I see a figure beneath the sheets but no skin, no hair only a body covered caressed by pink silk a body moves a body so heavenly (it must be an angel but I see no sign of wings), a voice no a yearning calls out to me, I step forward and the dream ends, never do I climb into the bed nor get to the body with in, never knowing what or who lies beneath the sheets of pink silk, but that body so magnificent in its own right. This is a recurring dream I call it a dream of pink.
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Submission Name: a recurring dream
