Descriptive Essay About Dreams

The sun rises behind the backdrop of the trees. Shining through the window with a blinding glare. The birds are chirping. The crows are cawing. A man in his mid-20’s lays in his bed in a mystical gaze at a woman in which he doesn’t know her name. But in his mind she is the most beautiful woman alive.
Long brown hair, fair skin, with red lips sensitive to the touch. And she’s smiling in her sleep, like an angel. This man lays still wondering how to wake her from the magical ride that is transpiring in her head. “Should I lay a kiss on her soft lips? Do I let her be and go on with my morning like she’s not even there,” he pondered. He goes to brush her hair away from covering her face and she winces. She clasps his hand interlocking their

We have a long day ahead of us” she smirked at the man. She walks out the bedroom door in the t-shirt and small shorts. The door creaks as she opens it and the floor squeaks under her feet as she leaves the room. This man lays there in a bewildered state staring up at the ceiling wondering if this is still a dream. He then closes his eyes for a second and the woman yells for him again. “Nathaniel, you need to get up, honey. We are going to be late,” she yelled. Nathaniel sits up and turn to his side of the bed. No shirt, no socks but his usual dark blue boot cut jeans are still on. Standing up he slides on slippers and makes his way downstairs to the kitchen. “There’s my big man,” the woman says at the stove cooking breakfast. “I had a great time last night, Nate. It’s been so long since we did something fun like that.” “Yeah, me too,” he says in response just to be respectful. “Here’s you go,” she says laying a fresh cup of coffee on the table in front of him and the sports page nearby. She turns to the stove again and says. “I’m making pancakes too. Nice and fluffy just how you like

He then looked at the young 23 year old woman making him breakfast in his kitchen. He says. “I apologize for asking, Miss. But I’m afraid I don’t know or remember who you are.” She stops what she is doing. Puts the paring knife down used to cut strawberries for them and turns around. She has a concerned look on her face. Shaking her head now at the floor almost in dismay. “Not again,” she sighs with her left hand on her forehead and right on her hip. She looks up at the man and goes to sit down at the kitchen table. She grabs his strong hands and then looks him in his dark blue eyes. “Nate, I should have known this was happening again the way you were looking at me when I got out of bed,” she says troubled. “Should have known what was happening again,” he asked with a confused look on your face. “Nate,” the woman says. “Yes,” he says. The woman sighs. “I wish I didn’t have to explain this to you today. Of all days,” she says saddened. “Explain what,” he ask getting frustrated that she hasn’t just told him. As Nate and the woman sit at the table waiting for a response they hear a young child run up the outdoors steps with a dog close