e of the person she wasmeant to spend the rest of her life with. His skin was just the right shade of cream, with ahint of rosiness shading his cheeks and nose giving the sense that the sun had grazed onlythose features of his face and no other. His eyes, although dark in color, seemed to have aglow in them to the point where their gaze would feel like it was warming you from theinside. The lines around his smile made it seem as if he found pure joy in every bit of life,as if they were permanently imprinted on each side of his lips. Oh, his lips. How soft theyseemed. They formed around his perfectly straight white teeth, by no means glossy, butholding a brightness to them that claimed they were never apart from her own for long. His hair was short and modest, and the sun rays picked up a glisten of gel here and therethat created waves within its dark brown surface. His shoulders were wide and thick, andhis blue collared polo shirt was unbuttoned at the top just enough to notice the bare of hischest underneath. He stood with one leg propped up on the dock and one inside his boat,as if to claim it belonged to him. In his hand, he held a tiny box just big enough to hold aring, one which would soon claim that she too, belonged to him.Shannon gazes into the mirror where she notices that she has found the smile backon her face once again. With the glisten in her eyes, she knows that she is prepared to seehim now, and it is time for her to depart into her world of dreams for the night. Sheknows that she never feels his touch in her dreams, but she also knows that one day shewill. It could even be tonight. So with the hope of her dreams becoming reality, sheplaces the picture underneath her pillow with eagerness, as if she were a child awaiting thetooth fairy, and lays her head down, closing her eyes with willingness to fall under thecontrol of her own thoughts. (4)Once again deep in sleep, it is only a matter of time before...
