Dreams would always end with you, and then mornings would steal you away with a cruelty that haunted my days

Dreams would always end with you, and then mornings would steal you away with a cruelty that haunted my days

Laura Miller was a woman of mystery and allure, with a presence that captivated all who crossed her path. She had a way of drawing people in with her enigmatic smile and piercing gaze, leaving them longing for more. But for me, it was not just her physical beauty that held me captive, it was the way she invaded my dreams and haunted my waking hours.

Every night, without fail, Laura would appear in my dreams. She would dance through my subconscious, a vision of grace and elegance, her laughter echoing in the darkness. In those fleeting moments, I felt alive in a way I had never experienced before. It was as if she held the key to my very soul, unlocking hidden desires and passions that had long been dormant.

But as quickly as she came, she would vanish, leaving me alone in the darkness. And then morning would come, stealing her away with a cruelty that haunted my days. The sun would rise, casting its harsh light on my empty bed, a stark reminder of the void she had left behind. I would lie there, staring at the ceiling, longing for the return of the woman who had stolen my heart in the night.

I tried to shake off the hold she had on me, to convince myself that it was just a dream, nothing more. But no matter how hard I tried, I could not escape the pull of her presence. It was as if she had woven herself into the fabric of my being, becoming a part of me in a way that I could not explain.

And so I found myself caught in a never-ending cycle of longing and despair, forever chasing after a woman who existed only in my dreams. I knew that I could never truly have her, that she would always slip through my fingers like sand. But still, I could not help but hope that one day, she would stay. One day, she would be mine.