My Dream as a Reality 
Arezou Dasta
Published by Arezou Dasta at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Arez ou Dasta
The story that follows is a fiction.


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Got bored with everything, he goes to open the door to see who it is. A bouquet of red roses, by a graceful hand, is offered to him. His nose smells an intoxicating perfume. His heart starts to beat faster feeling a special warmth that has never been felt before though he can’t see the face hiding behind that bouquet. A nice voice caresses his ears saying “Hello…”. 
He feels the time has stopped. Full of uncertainty, he accepts the flowers. A pair of penetrating eyes, kindly, are looking at him. These eyes aren’t unknown though not seeing them before. They reflect a familiar affection that his heart knows from deep down inside. “How could this...?” he says. Before he could react, the young girl stretches her arms over his shoulders as putting her head on his firm chest. 
Nothing is seen except their dream in reality. A pleasant silence comes to follow, nothing is heard except beating of the hearts, which seems like  the efforts of a bird escaping his cage. And nothing is felt, just an unknown feeling coming to reassure that the world of unreality is gone forever. “Yes, this is real…”
As this idea comes to his mind, seeing reality and dream both in his hands, he slides his fingers into the long hair. Some moments later, infatuated eyes look at each other for awhile. “ This is real...” she repeats and closes her eyes as gentle lips try to touch hers. Powerful arms come to hold her tightly.
Nothing is important at this moment. Hearts dominate minds and they are sure of their hearts, even she is sure of her lover being too much older than her and this is, real!