There he was, a young boy in a garden with her. Running around picking flowers to bring her with the hope she would smile. She had a smile that could inspire a thousand smiles. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed, it was her and the boy in a garden. The garden itself was not beautiful, nor the flowers in it, yet everything seemed so beautiful because of her. I could hear the sounds of laughter that filled the air echoing about like a soft breeze.
As the sound of the laughter resonated I realized, I was the young boy, it was my laughter that filled the air. Whom id waited for so long had finally returned and all of a sudden I was back where I belonged. But then, I no longer saw the boy. It was her and I in the garden. We laid side by side on the cool grass in a lush green meadow, perfectly blue sky and the whitest clouds id ever seen. It was then that I discovered the most intoxicating feeling of bliss, such feeling as I’ve never felt before. A bliss of joy and happiness that I could not expressed with a smile or even laughter, instead with tears of sorrow for it was then I realized, surely such joy was not possible, and whatever had brought about this moment certainly would not last.
In a moment It all went dark; I opened my eyes and found myself in a dark room, my dark room. It had all been a dream. Sorrow came over me like a flood and I could not withstand it. I was angry, angry with myself, for I had discovered an ability to feel such intoxicating emotions. I had discovered they existed, yet never in my life have I felt as I had in the dream. Almost as though I’d placed a wager against myself while also rigging it to ensure my own loss without realizing it. The punch line quickly became like a bad joke but I was no longer the one laughing. My laughter had become sorrow and the green meadow covered by wonder filled blue sky’s turned out to be merely a dark room in the dead of night.