The light always seems to reflect off your eyes just right for me.
The angles and refraction create a color and aura the peers into my soul.
I hate it.
I love it.
Its then you waltz into my dreams.
No permission needed.
Your just there.
Doing the same thing.
Peering into my soul.
Only this time you and I dance in the dream living room we are in.
I have never held you b4.
But now your arms were wrapped around me and mine around you.  
You gave me the softest kiss on the neck.
Which only intensified the ambient haze this dream was.
You rest your head on my chest as we danced under the incandescent light bulb on the dream ceiling.
No shadows.
No outside light.
I don't even think there were no windows or doors.
It faded away when I woke up.  
Now just traces of memory remain.