The Woman in His Dreams

She haunted his dreams.

She was always in a distance, standing by the windows. He couldn’t see her face yet he knew it was the same woman each time.

She was always in a dress.

Her hair was always up, too, and she looked like she wouldn’t fit on a normal day in the twenty first century. There was something regal about her, like she belonged in another time.

It would always be just her silhouette he’d see. Just that.

But each time, she’d turn her head and look at him.

Then he’d awake and she’d vanish.

Except for now.

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