A green hill. A green hill is where it all begins. A soaring hill, rising from the floor of my dream to reach for the downy clouds overhead; trim, glossy, emerald grass adorned the hill, wrapped around it completely like a shroud.
I don't recognize the wonderful place, but I find myself already halfway up the magnificent mount. The sky is ruddy overhead, a beautiful fire cast across the expanse by the golden fury of the rising sun. The grass is silky, and comforting; the clouds, feathery and lazy; I feel no fear, for though I know not where I am, I somehow know that this utopia could harbor no evil, no hatred or deceit. No, this place was Paradise.
In my dreamscape, it seems only a moment before I feel the somehow softer, more yielding grass at the zenith of the velutinous hill. I pull myself up, over the crest and onto the very crown of this spire, and I find her there, waiting for me.
My angel.
I smile warmly to her, as if I’d expected such a beautiful woman to be at such a beautiful place, and I take a seat next to her, right on the pillowy grass. She returns my smile – a simple gesture, but one that fills my whole being with a warmth that relaxes my body, and sets my mind, and my soul, at ease.
I stare into the eyes of my angel – beautiful eyes of ever-changing hues – and I know that no one on this Earth, or of my dreamscape, could contest her elegance, her loveliness.
She is dressed simply, in shades of grey – much like my own attire – but on her, these are the most alluring and breathtaking garments ever known to mankind. Her hair is equally as simple, yet equally as moving, having been pulled back in a short ponytail – my angel likes to keep her hair short.
A moment later, my arm is around her. We lean into each other comfortably, and look out into the horizon.
We are alone, just my angel and I. The hill has risen above the clouds, so that there is nothing but the clean, hot-colored sky around us, and the smooth white clouds beneath us. In the distance, rising majestically, is the sun. There is nothing and no one for miles around – there was no one, but my delicate, marvelous angel.
Author notes
This was a real dream I'd had. One I awoke from feeling... genuinely happy. A dream that, to recount it, brings tears to my eyes.
It's very personal. I dedicate this to my one true love.
Written August 25th, 2005
A contest entry
- Dreams by Bob the Elder.
300 points, ended September 17, 2005, 11 entries
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a past life perhaps? still a wonderful write thank you for sharing
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No problem
You have a solid foundation, you can pull it off 
Blessings, Gypsy
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Ooh, a mod. ^^ Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I would agree with you about the repetition, and such. With the points you and Bob the Elder pointed out, hopefully I'll be able to rewrite this soon and make it better. Thank you again for reading and commenting.
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Nicely done. I feel the imagery was a bit overstuff, the same words repeating a bit too often here. Almost as if you were telling a story. Good luck from the moderator staff, as we are judging this contest per policy, due to it not being judged on time. Blessings, Gypsy
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Thanks very much for the kind comment. I didn't really notice the faults you've mentioned, but I'll certainly be reading over it again and, hopefully, be making some improvements (after the contest, of course ^^). Thanks again, I'm glad you liked it.
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wow. that's lovely. i awoke from this feeling genuinly happy i felt the text could have read more smoothly. for instance at the start, the short sentences. i'm sure you used them on purpose, but i just wondered if it could sound less harsh... just a thought. thanks for your entry.
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