the acoustic guitar is bouncing off the petals of the tiny hibiscus flowers strewn across the floor and tables all around the greenery. the peach trees sedated to the sound of his angelic voice. her golden hair hung next to her cheeks, as if to encircle her in a perfect lighting. her blue-gray eyes suddenly morphed into a pool resembling the bays of the caribbean islands.  sunlight reflected on her pale skin, appearing as bright as diamonds. her dainty frame was shaken by the sweet sound of acoustics and soft synthesizers, gently rattling her utopia. she eagerly listened to the chords, as well as the lyrics of this serenade.
"forever is for everyone else."
why was it for everyone else and not her? what was the symphony telling her? was there really a restriction for it? her feathery eyes grew wide with the dreaded thought of her shrubbed paradise wilting, as she began to believe she would wilt along with it.
just as she realized her train of thought was sure to run her over, she jumped out of the way.
and then she woke up.