I feel you entering the foggy passageway to my brain.

The path splits into two directions.

One Reading, "Dreams" and the other "Heart"

She comes to a quick halt.

Indecisive about which path she wants to explore;

She makes a brisk decision and frolics her way down the brick path to my dreams.

Eventually arriving at a big door reading, "REM in progress".

As it creaks open she peeks her head in.

She begins to snoop around, looking at plaques labeled "most memorable Dreams", some labeled "Favorites".

The smell of her perfume lingers as she begins to quietly evacuate my mind.

I suddenly wake up from my dormancy.

In a haze, I begin to make out the vignette of a delightful, curly haired woman.

"Please don't go", I plead.

"Don't worry, I'll always be here. See you shortly", she replied.