Anna was having a dream.
Night was coming soon and the light had already started turning into darkness. She had been covered in warmth and when she looked, she realized that it was the secure hands of a man. The scent was familiar, a person she so knew and her heart was oddly calm.
The person held her gently, delicately. It was as if the person was afraid she would fall or disappear. His hands were tight yet she still felt the love behind them.
She had been feeling like this for a very long time.
In the dream, as Anna and the man strolled through the meadow, the atmosphere was infused with an ethereal glow. The golden hues of the setting sun painted the landscape in warm, comforting tones. The meadow seemed to stretch endlessly, offering a serene backdrop to their shared moments.
