Ari had the strangest dream.
He had dreamt that he was encircled by enchanting naked women who sang and danced in the ancient language of the Faeys.
Frivolous women pranced and made merry, the tallest of the ten came forward and his body just froze in place. She slowly touched him, then suddenly pushed down a passionate kiss.
She was probably one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. Her hair flowed like flowers that swayed in the spring winds, and she smelled like tree blossoms on a chilly Sunday afternoon.
Her caress, sweet and gentle, felt like summer breeze that brings about a hidden passion from within he never knew he had.
But no matter how beautiful she was or how wonderful she made him feel, he knew there was definitely something wrong and out of place with everything that happened.
He struggled to grasp what it was that felt missing.
Something?
No, not something.
Definitely not something.
Someone.
Someone was missing.
