Heavy footfalls along a stream of shallow breath. A drift onto a forested path and into the dusk of consciousness. Curtains rise, a daylight dawns, a dream reprised anew.
Interwoven fingers swayed above concrete steps in the city of a million souls. Hands smelted together in an unbreakable bond, a love stronger than steel, their everlasting architecture touched the sky.
A string of hair fell between the dimples of a smile. Russian green butterfly eyes held the promise of a crystalline communion.
Years ago, lips quivered the answer to an introducing inquiry – “My friends call me Natty“.
The sprightly sound of a thousand years and forever friendships. – “Anastasia!” the name echoed through the caverns of contentious cognizance as reverie lost its grip.