When I'm there, it's like I'm walking on a cloud. A beautiful, soft cloud. It's so amazing; this feeling I'm having. I hope it never leaves. I walk along this cloud listening to beautiful music; but wait, that's his voice. I feel a soft blanket upon my lips; but wait, that's his lips. I see a gorgeous angel figure; but wait, that's him. I close my eyes; I pinch myself...but it's not a dream. He is the dream.
He is the Dream by chilier2


