Only In A Dream

With butterflies fluttering around in a halo above her, she looked as if she dripped in gold stepping from out under the warmth of the morning light.

She’s almost like a dream, one that I ponder about in the back of my mind during the day, and instantly welcome when the spell of sleep drapes over me.

I know that she can’t be real, and maybe I will never find her in real life.

But the comfort of seeing her every night in a different world brings me a certain peace. One that I know I shouldn’t have, but give into anyway.

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