"Wake up!" a gentle voice rang, its tone both firm and gentle, sharp yet melodius.

"Open your eyes."

My eyes fluttered awake.

A gentle breeze swept through my skin, calm and contentment it brings. I shook off the haze, my vision sharpening as the bright light of the sun pierced through the blue sky, adorned with clouds and a familiar, radiant glow.

There she stood, the woman in my dreams. Her dark hair fluttered with the breeze; her porcelain skin adorned in an elegant white gown. A golden crown rested upon her head, its brilliance illuminated by the sun's light, unfurling its beauty like a flower's bloom.

Standing amidst the fields of green, in between the tall oaken trees, her back turned toward me.

"How are you?" She asked, her voice a gentle melody.

"Missed me?" She continued, tone soothing akin to a harps soft chords.

Enraptured by the scenery, by her beauty, I stood in silence. My lips curled into a smile,

"Yes." I replied.

Her laughter softly echoed, much like the delicate chirping of birds.

"Then come to me," she beckoned.

I turned my gaze to my left hand. There, a crown lay, rusted and adorned with colorless gems. It rested quietly, alone, as if waiting to be claimed.

"What are you waiting for?" Her voice reverberated.

A knowing smile etched its way onto my face, as my eyes released their tears of sorrow. My body trembled, my knees grew weak, the world around me started to blur.

"I can't," I murmured. "Not today."

Slowly, I looked toward her.

Now she faced me, standing amidst the fields of green, in between the tall oaken trees. Her dark hair fluttering against the wind, porcelain white skin, covered by a white gown, enveloped in wisdom and maturity, her face shrouded in a gentle haze.

her hand was extended toward me.

"Then you'll be lonely, come be by my side." Her voice a tender whisper.

I dropped the rusted crown and retreated into the shadows. Throwing one last glance toward the woman who had filled my dreams, I whispered, "Forgive me."