The Dream

It was a normal day, or so you thought until you got the note. "Meet me in the park at sunset." It is unsigned and while you don't recognize the handwriting, it is strong, and even. The rest of the day goes by slowly as your mind keeps going back to the note. Even your normal activities are hard to do with this distraction. Finally sunset arrives and you go to the park.

On the gate you find a red velvet bow with a ribbon and another note. You take the note and look at the ribbon, seeing it trail into a patch of trees. You open and read the note. "Follow the ribbon."

You follow it, picking it up as you go. It leads you to a small clearing surrounded by trees. There is a blanket laying on the ground. Sitting on the blanket is a vase with a single white rose. Next to the vase is a silver plate filled with an assortment of chocolate. Their rich scent fills the air, and that alone is nearly intoxicating. You sense his presence before you actually see him, your eyes are drawn to where he stands silently. His pale beauty stands out against the darkness of the trees.

"Please sit." He says, and there is no way you could refuse him even if you wanted to. As you sit, he glides over to you. He kneels next to you. His movements are silent, not disturbing the peace of the clearing. He hands you a piece of the chocolate and takes one himself. He bites into his as you do the same. You barely have time to swallow when he wraps his arms around you and kisses you. His lips are both gentle and insistent, and he holds you close as your tongues intertwine. The taste and smell of the chocolate clings to you both. He breaks the kiss and lays you back gently, as you no longer have the strength to hold yourself up. He takes another piece, somehow he knows which are your favorites, and feed it to you. His cool fingers linger on your lips. Again he captures your mouth with his own, sharing the chocolate with you. As he breaks the kiss yet again, you feel faint. The last thing you see before you close your eyes is him leaning over you, his hooded eyes gaze deeply into yours as he licks his lips clean of the chocolate.

You awaken in your room, in your own bed. You rise, believing it all to have been a dream. As you turn, you see the white rose laying on the windowsill, beside the open window. The curtains waft on the chocolate scented breeze.