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I awaken, and turn as the night wind stirs the lace at my open window. The moonlight spills through, revealing a flower on the sill. I arise from my bed, drawn to it. The rose seems to glow, as if lit from within. I pick it up, the petals are softer than velvet ,whiter than any snow that will ever fall. As I gaze down at it in my hand wondering from where it came, my attention is drawn back to the window. For now I hear music coming from the woods. The haunting melody calls to me, and I walk to the bedroom door. I leave the room and walk to the stairs, descending slowly, as if in a dream. I approach the front door and open it. I walk out into the night, following the call of the music. The moon glows, a distant light above me, showing my way to the woods. I have no fear, for I know that on this night something special, something magical, will be revealed to me. I enter the woods as the tree branches part before me. My footfalls mere whispers on the path. A scent, sweet yet powerful drifts into my senses and I realize that on both sides of the path grow hundreds, thousands of roses. The same as the one that I carry in my hand. I continue to walk, but for how long I know not for time seems to have lost all meaning. Eventually I arrive at a clearing and through the mist I glimpse a world I once thought possible only in dreams.
For I am in the Enchanted Forest, a world of myth and fantasy. A world with sparkling clear blue waters, Unicorns grazing in lush green meadows, Fairies and Pixies playing hide and seek among the gently swaying flowers, Angels singing their haunting sweet melody. And as I step through the mist to get closer, I awaken, in my bed. The dream had seemed so real, so vivid. Why I can still smell the lingering fragrance of the roses. As I reach up to brush a strand of hair from my face, I realize I am holding a flower. The rose has petals softer than velvet and whiter than any snow that will ever fall... Gloria Green May,1998
In the real world
I have chosen some very special helpers As you can see from his birth certificate, As you can see from their names This is Glorianna, my guardian angel. This lovely little Fairy is Luna. This is Drake. He tries to look fierce but he's really
The music playing is entitled "MissyBlue".
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