The leaves rustled and whispered sweet secrets above the two.
Cloud was misty eyed, adoring glacial hues big like a pair of puppy dog's. He was dreaming of you again.
He stood a span away from you, though he felt close. Dandelions flew hand in hand with the gentle breeze, grounded by their roots.
Cloud wanted to reach out. Touch your velvet skin and take wispy strands in his fingers. He tortured himself, even in dream. How embarrassing as he gazed at his dreamscape as if it was a reality.
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