It was a dark night . Pitch black sky with just a big shining ball called as moon in human's language. A beautiful soul lying on a big bed . Gripping the cover tightly due to cold weather . But she was sweating .
She murmured some words in her sleep and woke up with wide eyes .
Again ??
This can't happen again and again ....
She got up from the big bed and came close to an empty canvas
I should draw him .
She picked up the delicate brush and the colour palette and started painting the eyes she saw in her dream .
The painting:
After completing the painting she looked around the room which was filled with these kinda paintings only .
Who are you ?? Why do you always come in my dreams ?? Are you real ?