A warm, luscious breeze swam over another gentle summer morning, rustling the bright energetic leaves and their sturdy lasting branches. The sweet scent of July wafted ever slowly through the open windows of the small, homely apartment. Sweeping the curtains aside and exploring the confines of the home.
Sprawled out, she lay semi conscious on her bedspread. Rejoicing in the aftermath of another beautiful dream, consumed by bright colours and vivid, almost poetic images of beauties like none the world had ever bore witness to. She herself, was an image of perfection. Her shimmering brown hair drawn half over her face like a veil, hiding her young, soft face from the world. As leisurely as they had closed the previous night, her eyes widened open. She lay sleepily and blinked softly, batting the sleep from her pale blue eyes.
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He sat alone in his old, wooden chair. The small, decaying cabin walls within which he resided surrounded him, the wood long rotten and devoid of gla