She sits in the corner smiling at every glance i give. Her red hair flows down like a waterfall of fire. Her skin, so smooth and pale. Eyes the color of emeralds. Night after night she sits there and smiles from across the room. Oh how i wish my legs would have the strength to carry me to where she is, but if they did would my heart know what to say? Would my mouth know how to convey what my heart is telling it? So just as she sits there, i do the same. Every night we just across the room and stare. Her glances like piercing knives, stabbing into my mind. I lose all focus and an completely enthralled by her. Yet i am unable to act on any emotion. I am frozen and yet again the night plays out as it has done many times before. Soon she will leave, my eyes will open and the dream will be over until i sleep again.
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