'Is this a dream?' my thought echoes. A voice started to be heard 'Strange how you and I are somewhat alike' I was surprised but kept my posture straight.
A tall black figure appeared and the surrounding changed into a somewhat-like flower garden and the figure's appearance can now be seen clearly. It was a woman, a very beautiful woman with silver-white hair that touched the ground and emerald eyes. She has a look that mesmerizes both genders.
The woman started to take a sit and poured tea for herself and took a sip before saying 'Aren't you curious who I am?' then she smiled. My heart skipped a beat and avoided her gaze, a faint flush appeared on my cheeks. 'So, may I know who you are?' she started to chuckle out of nowhere, for some unknown reason she seemed amused 'Oh my, look at how cute you are!'
She chuckles once again before saying
'My name's Celine, Celine Rhianle' she smiles, 'and you are?' 'm-my name's -------'
'What a lovely name!' she claps her hand. 'Now that we've introduced ourselves, take a sit' she then smiles gently. Another chair suddenly appeared and I took a sit.
She then again picked up her cup of tea and took a sip of it. Now that I've taken a closer look on her, a mole underneath her lips can be seen. I was at daze and the silence continued until she broke the silence. 'it's much more calming here than that world of yours, doesn't it?' she looked at the scenery. I turned my head and closed my eyes, feeling my surroundings, 'Yes, it does...'.
Our conversation lasted for quite a long time. Until 'our' surroundings started to darken. 'Oh my, looks like our time has ended. I'll see you soon' She smiles then disappears into thin air and everything goes black once again.
I opened my eyes to the usual ceiling that I'd see whenever I woke up. I was quite in a daze, thinking about that dream I'd just had. I tried to remember the lady I'd met in that dream but my brain seems to be betraying me right now. 'shit…' I cursed.
I got up from my bed, showered, dress-up, grab some food from the refrigerator, ate breakfast and went out to get to my part-time job. I'm 21 years old at the time and is a working student so I have to sacrifice my summer break working.
After my part-time I went home, as I was passing an antique shop, I stopped. Something in my instincts is telling me to go inside of it. I went in and was greeted by an old painting of a woman with ethereal-like features and a hair color of something that you'll only see in fiction. 'Beautiful..' I mumbled.
'Isn't she beautiful, miss?" 'o-oh, yes.! I agree...'