it seems that i was all at once immediately aware that my eyes were closed. i felt that soft feeling of sunlight gently kissing my eyelids. the winter breeze softly played on my eyelashes, a window was open somewhere, inviting nature into this place. i cannot recall where i am, but amazingly i feel an all encompassing safeness. i felt the urge to open my eyes, and take in the vision of my surroundings, but i wanted to let the other senses work their magic on my all too ready imagination. there was a faint scent of incense in the cold air, rich and burnt and woody. i imagined the smoke circling in the air and being carried by that cold breeze from the window, mixing the smell of a natural winter with musky sandalwood. there were candles burning, i could tell they were vanilla. and a fire was in the fireplace, i could here the wood crackling deliciously. the air tasted clean, due in part to the windows, it brought to my mind the vision of an old library, where the air has a slight twinge of dust, but before it becomes stagnant. and then it seems i was immediately brought to a start with the realization that there was someone else in the room. i could hear them breathing.
i opened my eyes to a room splendid with wealth and flooded with light. indeed there were floor length windows, open halfway to the winter chill, draped in a gold stitched tapestry reminiscent of 18th century Versailles. the room was a vast expanse of gold leafing and cherubs. smiling and round, they blushed all over the ceiling as they peered onto the scene. i found myself on a bed, draped expensively with red velvet bedclothes and satin sheets of crimson. the pillows were embellished with Venetian lace, intricate and extravagant. i blushed to think of how expensive it all was when i leaned back to glimpse the carved headboard, complete with kissing swans and roses. once the recognition that i was not alone came back to me, i was resolute on finding the phantom that held me here against my memory's hold.
i scanned the expensive furnishings for any sign of life, until i finally found him in the corner adjacent to my perch, lounging like some Adonis on a daybed. brilliant and seemingly naked, he was beautiful and smiling, his lower half draped with the same color as was on the bed, his hand absently lingering near his head on the pillow. i fancied him one of Botticelli's angels, blushing and corporeal, his luxuriant ebony curls gleaming with Heavenly light. his Alabaster chest heaved slightly with faint breath. his eyelashes gently caressed his cheekbones, his eyebrows furrowed as if he was plagued with troubled dreams. his lips were parted, as if whispering sweet entreaties of loveliness with his sighs. i realized i moved when he opened his eyes with the sound.
i gasped when his eyes met my own, they were a color of green that was quite unexpected. they were brilliant and bright, the springtime captured in human beauty. he smiled at me as if we were lovers, as if i had known him completely for half a lifetime. he spoke my name, his voice filled to overflowing with an angelic cadence, as if the Archangel Michael himself were speaking to me. he got up slowly from his place in the corner of the room. and all at once i remembered everything. he walked towards me, anticipating every step as if his very life depended on it. my eyes wide, i took in his every inch as he came towards me. he was pefect and idyllic, his soft hand on the side of my face in an instant, i closed my eyes to his touch. warm and cold at the same time, he did not seem real to me. his free hand entwined itself in my hair, pulling me closer to his lips. before his soft mouth graced mine, i breathed his name, though i had only just remembered it. his eyes wide, he swallowed my soul with one glance, with a sigh he whispered, "meus diligo, meus angelus, vereor non, exsisto etiam."
at these words i was lost to him, and knew nothing else of the world lest it be lost in his arms with me.
"my love, my angel, fear not, be still."
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"i could here the wood crackling deliciously."