1:43 A.M.

At 1:43 AM she will have a dream.

The happiest dream anyone has or could possibly imagine.

It is a dream of love. . .

A kind, true and honest love.

Pure and beautiful.

Like her. . .

A love born from a love much the same.

Although her heart had severely broken, this dream will fill it.

Finding its way to every crack,

and mending it oh so carefully,

making her whole again.

Her heart, you see, had grown too big for this world...

For those who saw this,

it could be of great gain with minor manipulation.

And if she loved you,

should you be so lucky,

she would then be blind to any selfishly motivated desire.

To her she would see you a God if she so chose!

Ah the powers of love...

As she lay there,

smiling,

dreaming,

her breath slows to a steady whispering rhythm.

This rhythm will find its way to his mind, to stay.

She dreams he is holding her, breathing in time.

Telling his hearts secrets, she is all he needs.

She fills him full of happiness and unspeakable joy.

He longs for nothing but her and the love she gives him.

He watches light dance across her face.

Wishing she were awake so he may see the light in her eyes.

She is beautiful.

He loves her,

and she him.

Entirely. . .

This dream makes her feel complete,

she feels no pain,

she is happy.

It is the perfect moment.

Her mended heart slows to a faint beat,

her breath deepens then becomes shallow.

A single aching tear escapes her closed eyes

as her heart and breath say goodbye to each other.

She has found peace.

She could not hurt anymore.

Ah the powers of love…