magical reverie

He was there, I could sense. A deep voice was running through my ears. He was loquacious, and that was magic. A fling in the beginning, sparkle in those eyes, and I was in his arms. Long lasting was the feel, I could no longer curb my desires. So deep in his thoughts that I could swim by flipping my legs. There were no boundaries that could mar my glasshouse of dreams. That time, when I was down, beside me was the crown of love in his hands. I felt the world beneath my feet, for I had the luck of the world. Out of the window, I saw a dragon slayed. The dragon was full of life, and only its anger and hatred slayed. I believed he had come to my rescue, but no, things changed. My glasshouse of dreams was distraught and my reverie splintered. I could no longer bear to live in the tale, and the dragon at my doorstep was reality. The fairy tale I had always wanted, but had never realized that I had lived my fairy tale all through these years.

O yes, he was there, right there. A zing had happened, and a zing happens only once!