Date?

Her hand was in my hand.

The wind was dancing around her hair and her cape was blowing in the quest to hug the wind.

My eyes were fixed upon her.

Sometimes, I was lost her deep eyes. Sometimes, I was lost in her red lips, so much that I don't remember what she was saying. For moments, I her voice was soothing my ears.

We leaned in.

We tilted our faces.

She pushed me.

I woke up.

I realised that it was just a dream.