When the space between is blurred

"What is a dream, what are the memories, and where do the lines meet?"

As he closed his eyes and took a deep breath these thoughts crossed his mind as the inky blackness swirled over his eyes. He felt himself sinking into the mattress and his chest rose and fell into a rhythm letting his mind go blank. He drifted off and let his consciousness fade away.

"Soren... Wake up Soren. Soren Kyrou." A gentle, smooth voice rung through the air. His eyes open a little to be met with the eyes of a beautiful woman. Her eyes a radiated a glistening aqua blue. Her hair a soft Auburn silhouetted by the orange sunlight, was caught in a light breeze spreading her wavy hair gently into the air off her shoulders. He rubbed his eyes with the thought, "My name is not Soren."

Upon opening his eyes once more she was still there, smiling warmly down at him. "Are you going to wake up sleepy head?" Blinked a few times and decided to play along. "Yes, yes, dear mistress. I will get up now."

"How many times you I have to tell you not to joke around like that Soren." She complained and with a smile stated, "Just call me 'Mae' like you usually do."

Soren scratched his head, looking around the field that they were lying in. The green grass stood tall all around them as he looked down the field perched from the mat he was just laying on. "What a beautiful view." Soren thought out loud.

"Of course you would say that silly." Mae teased softly, "This is your favorite place after all, and you did pick it."

"Did I now?" He asked, scratching his head as he tried to run through his memories only to come up blank.

"Of course you did." She laughed, "You cannot have forgotten that this is the place you wanted to build a house that we can build our lives once we are married."

"Ah... it is coming back to me, I think." Soren said to throw off suspicion.

"Good." She shot back, "Cause if I thought you were forgetting. I may have to do something drastic to remind you." She grabbed his arm displaying a mischievous grin pulling it into her bodice. She leaned in and gave him a light kiss on his cheek. He didn't understand, but a feeling rose up for this woman he did not recognize which made him want to lean in and kiss her back. In what seemed like instinct he caught his body leaning toward her as to collect more of her affection. Gently she placed a finger on his lips and whispered in his ear, "Save that for another time dear."

"If you insist." He sighed in response. He found that more and more Soren felt the feeling that he was dreaming slip away as he lay back down and stared at the white clouds floating in the sky. "Hey, Mae..." Soren Begun.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Remind me again. How long have we know each other?" Soren asked, turning to gaze at her beautiful face.

Her serious stare turned into a joyful smile as she laughed out loud. "You are a funny one today, Soren." She teased, "Well, because you make me laugh I will humor you. We met when the lady of the castle required new maid servants and hired our mothers. You worked with your father who was the king's carpenter and I was set as a kitchen maid. We were only 10 if I recall. One of the kitchen benches caught fire and had to be replaced and so you and your father spent two weeks making us a new one. The Chef was happy for your work so she sent me with food daily as your lunch while you worked on the bench. Your father always insisted that I stayed and talked to you too. You didn't say much. It wasn't until I asked your father why you don't say much you started talking."

"Oh?" Soren asked inquisitively, "And what did dear ol' father say?"

"Hmmmm," Mae hummed before responding, "Ah, I remember now! It was, 'Because he finds you too pretty to speak."