She gasped as she woke up, and her eyes were lined with happy tears. A small, sad smile was permanently on her face. She was sweating, and boy, who wouldn't be.

He was there, with his dark brown eyes and his gorgeous smile. She couldn't imagine who wouldn't be happy if they saw him. She would just melt as the sight of him; her legs would had forgot how to hold up her own body weight. Her hair seemed more shinny and healthy when he was around her.

Of course, she would be wearing an elegant dress, showing off her small legs. Her hair would be in a full updo — perhaps, in a braided crown — but she would have curly stands outlining her face.

He must had thought that she looked breathtaking — and he wouldn't be able to describe her appearance to him. He would be speechless.

She played the thought over and over again in her head — like it was a broken record. She would repeatedly have the same dream for days. He was her oxygen, and she wouldn't be able to survive without him. She needed him — even though she didn't even have him in this life.

Glancing at the clock, she huffed when it was one in the morning. She couldn't go back to sleep, not after the last part. He was so close to telling her his name. The word was ready to fall off his hydrated, soft lips. His tongue moving through the motions as he smiled at her.

She just needed to hear his name — only then she would be complete. She felt as if this was needed since the day she was born. She has yet to experience the fullest in her life, and yet, she felt so close and so far.

After all, it was the only way they can find each other again.

True love — something that few people experience.

He could only see her him his dreams, holding her in his arms and giving her kisses on the nose. He let he go once, only to lose her for hundreds and hundreds of years.

When he finally found her, lifetimes had last. After all his prayers and desperation, he had finally seen her beautiful face once again. He was so close to be reunited with — even if she didn't remember him at all.

Even though she didn't remember, she was trying to find him. Closing her eyes, she thought of their last moments — trying to jump start her dream. Unfortunately for her, her body and mind would only allow her to get it once a night.

She hoped, that maybe one day, she would be asleep long enough to see the ending.

Commodus said as his original name, but now, he went by Caleb — blending in with the regular population of the time. He wanted a long enough time for their dreams to connect, and he would wait just as long for her to find out the truth, even if he had to change his name again.

If only his Queen, Pharaoh, knew he was waiting for her.

Pharaoh, the woman in the bed, leaned into the pillows, whispering to herself, "Soon, Phyllis. Soon." She smiled, falling asleep, deep under the covers and into the ballroom, where she would dance with him, an unknown man with a name she never heard of.

The only thing she knew was that she needed those brown eyes staring at her and she needed him to always be with her.

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