She dreamt of a place, filled with fields of red roses. With castles and people with similar reasons for being.

Where people were free, like fishes in the sea and she couldn't contain her happiness as she slept.
She would smile in her sleep, as if she had been kissed by angels.
In some ways, maybe she had.

They would dance. Bizarre, is it not?
Always believing that it wouldn't end, like it was their favourite show on repeat.

She believed that happiness was something everyone possessed and if not you could find it at the bottom of the garden. Buried in a small burrow in the ground. All you had to do was ask for it.

But eventually she realised the roses weren't so good after all. When she woke, the thorns were much sharper and they were never red at all.

It was just the blood that fell from her lips when she said "I'll just fall back asleep"

Because in all honesty.
She preferred it that way.