Lisa...
A soft melodious voice insinuated itself into her dreamless sleep, more like a sensation, a pleasant feeling of warmth.
Lisa...
The voice was calm, soothing, almost inaudible, and floated in the air like a whisper. Each letter resonated within her like the abrupt softness of a piano string struck by the hammer.
Lisa...
The voice was closer, she could feel the warm breath against her skin and her body shivered. Between dream and reality, she felt a hand slip a lock of hair behind her ear and come closer, so close that her lips brushed against it.
Lisa...
The hand left her face to surround her with a soft embrace, wedging her body against hers and burying her head against the back of her neck. A pleasant warmth invaded her as well as a familiar feeling of well-being.
Lisa...
Maybe it was just a dream, but her mind wasn't fit to ask the question. And in her unconsciousness, a simple smile appeared on her lips.
...Lisa...
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Dancing With Your Ghost ||Jenlisa||
FanfictionIf I can only see you in my dreams... ...don't wake me up The passage from reality to dream is sometimes as brief as a blink of an eye. But how can you tell the difference when everything suggests that the dream is real? Despite my efforts, I could...
