A dark, cool place with the shades closed, candelabras lit the room and the shadows touched the corners of each wall. The long, satin silk robe rubbed against my skin, as I walked around with black thin slippers on my feet. My hair was out, straight, long and flowing down my back. As I rested on a satin layered chair, I caught sight of a mahogany desk. On the glazed surface before me, there was a small, leather journal open with a pen lying on the page. With my legs crossed and picture in hand, I wondered when I would ever see him again.
( In this I described my dream world or in other words my utopia, so I hope you enjoy)
Written and Created: February 1, 2010
Edited and Completed: June 2, 2010
Posted: August 2, 2010
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