My perfect world . . .
As I crept down the hall, every step seemed to fall heavier and heavier, as if some unseen spirit wished my presence and movement to be louder than humanly possible. I found the door opened at a slight crack. The lights were off, the curtains undrawn, and a soft aroma of a spring time breeze whisked gently beneath my nose. I slipped through the narrow opening and gently sat down next to her on the bed. As usual, she seemed to be far off in a distant land, one filled with endless hours of fun and the warmth of a thousand loving hearts. Her hair seemed to be a perfect mess, and even the sight of her sleeping made me wonder, how could I be so lucky? How could this incredible happening belong in my existence? But of course some thoughts are better left as thoughts and not solidified answers. I ran my fingers through her long beautiful brown hair, being careful not to wake her. Such peacefulness drew me into a slow but steady sleep.
I opened my eyes, and there she was staring right into mine. A smile was painted masterfully across her face, one that could challenge even the beautiful works of the most accomplished artists. My body suddenly was possessed, or rather filled with the most glorious happiness any being in this grand world could imagine to find. I leaned over and a simple kiss on her lips ignited my world. I was overwhelmed with passion and together we drifted. We drifted into nothing less than a perfect world. . .