Chapter 3: Emerald Green

A sweet dream. Clear as day, but as dark as night. How could one dream change your whole world?
She stands in a spotlight, surrounded by a haze both black and blue. She is holding a rose, watching you as you dream. It's been a while, and you know the daylight is coming. You seize the moment, lusting for her presence, her touch. Cleansing your body, sharpening your senses, wishing and wanting and needing her. You want her taste, every breath you take, breaks your heart from its beauty. You want to feel her, skin on skin, lips on lips, hand in hand. Fingers intertwined, sweat rolling down your cheek. She cries, "I'm glad it's you..."
It's dizzy, fading, slipping away. You reach out, your fingers brushing her face, just out of breath, "Don't go, please." You feel a tear, a whisper soft feel, and you whisper, too, "I don't want to. Wait for me..."
As you fade away, and her velvet figure disappears, you catch her emerald green eyes and whisper, true as a summer's night, "I'll be back."