Dream

There is a girl who comes in my dream every night and smiles at me, slightly, her tender lips curved only a bit, like something is holding back her within. She is so extra ordinarily beautiful that I gaze at her and forget to smile back. Then she turns her head slowly, without losing her charm, and wind blows her golden-brown-black hair. I stand there motionless, bedazzled, so weak, not even able to open my mouth or move a bit to hold her back. Feel like nothing else is important other than her, like she is the center of gravity pulling my whole attention. I forget to breath, lose all my energy, heart pounds louder, loses balance and falls down. I knew I am going to fall, just before going to fall, I knew if I fall I'll wake up from the dream. I try my hard to keep the balance, but still falls down to wake up.Waking up to a world without her, to a day that has no dreams.