The Dream

Along the busy roads with cars, trucks, buses and cyclists passing by, there was a girl sitting in the Emperor’s Garden. It was a warm and balmy day in June. The sky was vanilla with cherry blossoms riding in the winds. She left the white stone bench when she saw the tall cherry tree upon an isolated garden on top of a pedestal. There she saw a man with long flowing obsidian hair and playful chocolate brown eyes. He had a vibrant smile and was clad in black and red. He curled his finger at her to make her come to him. She obeyed. Once there, he hoisted her upwards to join him on the secluded garden. Then they sat and hours slowly withered away. Come nightfall, it was time for him to leave. As they stepped down from the garden, he kissed her slowly and deeply on the cheek, his hands on her shoulder and around her hip. Then he left and she looked up at the sky, where he headed off into the circle of Luna. She kept watching until she felt the winds whip by her. When the pressure increased, she awoke, realizing she had dreamed her first love. But whether it was just a dream or a precognition, she couldn't tell, as the kiss he gave her still haunted her cheek even to this day.