It was a black and white dream.

The night is silent, still, lonely and so am I.

I don’t care.

I see a man, a man I know.

I don’t care.

I continue walking, the dewy, cold grass slightly coarse against my bare feet. I don’t know why I am walking in the park with no shoes, alone at night.

I don’t care.

He approaches me; he is beautiful and taller than I remember. Remember? What is there to remember? Who this man? He calls to me. I don’t know what he says.

I don’t care.

I stop, he touched my shoulder. Slowly I turn and look into his eyes, they’re blue – I know some how, for I have never seen colour before in this world of black and white.

“Do you love me?” His voice is breathtaking here in this world of no music.

“I don’t know you well enough.” I whisper. Those blue eyes twinkled, as if in surprise.

“Do you love me?” He brings me closer, his body emitting comforting warmth.

“You don’t know me well enough.” I try pulling away but the air is suddenly too cold. I don’t know why I didn’t feel it before.

“Do you love me?” He wraps me in his arms, I am warm.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you love me?”

“I don’t know!”

“Do you love me?!” His arms are so warm, and his eyes are the only true things in this world of no reality.

“Yes, I love you.” To my own shock escaped my quivering lips. He was surprised and looked into my eyes, as if searching the depths of my soul, my very being for some sign; of what is beyond my comprehension. Suddenly he looked around frantically, and then at his watch. He shook his head and leant in close, his warm, soft cheek lightly touching mine as he whispered in my ear.

“This isn’t real, forget me.” He took my hand in his and squeezed it before looking away from me. Suddenly there was laughter coming from all around, mocking, cruel, grating laughter.

“You love him!” cackled the darkness. “You fool! He doesn’t love you!” I looked at him feeling my heart knotting in agony. He wouldn’t look at me. He wouldn’t look at me with the eyes that were the only colour in my black and white world, the only colour I had ever known or seen. He wouldn’t look at me.

He pulled away.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“No.” I am no longer warm, I am cold.

Tears freeze as they run down my cheek. I have never known love in this lonely world where only I reside.

I fall to my knees, I am no longer able to stand – it is too cold. I didn’t even know who he really was, but I loved him, for he was the only warmth and colour in this world of black and white.

The laughter stopped. He was gone and I was cold and lonely in the black and white night. Now I care.