Note: Hello. This is me trying the 30 kisses challenge over at LJ! I'm new to writing for Pokemon so please be good to me hee hee.
Fields of Gold
#06 — the space between dream and reality
In my sleep, I see her.
I study her delicate features. Her golden hair is tied in messy braids, falling sleekly on her bare shoulders with bangs framing her pale face. Her eyes are pools of green that from even a mile away I can see how brightly they glow, drawing me closer towards her like a magnetic force. She raises her hand, and beckons me to follow her and my gaze falls upon that gentle smile carved on her lips; I yielded.
Whenever I think of her, I think of fields of sunflower. Perhaps that is why in my dreams we are always wandering in the same meadow, her soft hand tucked in mine as we drift through an endless ocean of gold. We never say anything—not that we find the need to. Our adventures are always silent, and our conversations are always through smiles and squeezes of hands.
She takes me to a gigantic oak tree situated on an elevated plain. The oak tree is painted different shades of orange because it is autumn in that segment of the meadow, and the falling leaves never touch the ground. Yellow tucks her white summer dress underneath her as she settles herself against the trunk of the tree. She tells me through her eyes to 'come sit' and I do almost instantly.
I observe her for a while as she stares out into the fields of gold. The wind gushes past us and her flowing hair smells like strawberries and freshly baked bread in the morning.
All my dreams with Yellow are like this. We wade through sunflowers, never picking one because Yellow hates watching flowers die in the end, and we sit underneath this oak tree that is perpetually in the confines of autumn.
She catches me looking at her, and cocks her head to the side as if to say 'is something in your mind, Red?'
I gaze at her eyes; at this beautiful creature, and without hesitation I lean in and bring her gentle smile closer to my own.
And that is when I wake up.