I looked at her and she was standing under a dogwood tree with its beautiful white flowers. Bonnibel, even her name meaning beautiful. She wore a smile and her eyes seemed to be shining. Her eyes were drawn to the sky that was partly cloudy and partly sunny.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew. Her hair flew all around her face. Her long dress blew around her legs and her arms were outstreched, soaking up the sun. She looked beautiful, almost like an angel. The petals of the flowers on the tree began to snow around her. It felt as if I was asleep, and she was the dream. She was my princess. I smiled.

The wind suddenly ceased. She closed her eyes and inhaled, lowering her arms. I walked towards her, afraid it was a dream. She smiled, her eyes still closed. I stood in front of her and waited until she opened her eyes.
When she opened her eyes, her smile widened even more. She leaned in to kiss me and I waited for the impact of her lips against mine.

In the instant before her lips touched mine, I woke up.

I looked to my side, and sure enough, there she was. My wife. My princess. My beautiful partner.