[WP] Write a story based on, inspired by, or directly from the last dream you remember.

He and she met and it was happily ever after? Or was it?

The scene in your mind begins to melt. Details you were sure about just a moment ago fade. You’re forced to remake it all.


Were they on a sunlit walk of Venice? Or was it Versailles?


No matter, you paint a boardwalk beneath their feet, because you don’t really remember the pictures you’ve seen of Versailles. Parked cars start driving away onto the evaporating street without starting up. Tarmac gives way to an avalanche of sand, as it rains from the sky to fill the beach. The afternoon sky drains into night as it bleeds blue into the horizon to fill the ocean. The sun splinters into a thousand tiny lights, sent to the far reaches of space to make the stars.


As she puts one foot in front of another, her heels thump on wooden boards that slide into place from nothingness. He would be thumping along, but his boots became shoes, because men are allowed sensible footwear on a date.


It’s not a date though is it? Did they meet on the boardwalk?


That doesn’t make sense, so suddenly, the calm night is transformed, as a big beach party lights up in the distance, from the direction they came. The sound of a romantic song drift towards them, giving them an opportunity to slow dance. They don’t of course, it’s too early for that. They’ve only been talking for the last 10 minutes, 2 hours or been friend of friends for years. However, they share the moment that *maybe* they should dance and they laugh, spontaneously and free.


Her eyes sparkle because that’s what the stars were for. His dark hair shines from the moonlight, because he’s taller than her. Just enough to make her feel safe.

You imagine a wind, and it blows through, making her skirt flutter and his shirt flap. It’s cold, so that he can use it as an excuse to draw her close.


The wordless song in the distance crescendos, because that’s the right timing, as their lips touch.


It’s love.


You dash through the years, painting in broad strokes. A big wedding? A small one? It doesn’t matter, as long as he’s handsome in a suit and she’s radiant in a dress. Would she be showing in that dress? You think that maybe they always wanted to get married and this was just the excuse they needed.


The cries of a baby in a hand-painted nursery are heard. She sings him to sleep in her arms as he watches from the doorway.


Suddenly, you’re stuck. How could you complete the story? If only you could ask them, but when you do, the years start to spin out of control, they fade and they fade and they fade. Their smiles vanish, and in the darkness, you only think that it would be nice if she sang you the same song from the night he and she met.


It’s tough being an orphan.

[Note: I have no idea how to format properly in Reddit. Sorry about that.]

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