He taught me to sleep, and now i dream of Eve. Of my perfect dream. Only i could describe to god who the perfect companion for me is, and the description there of escapes the boundaries of words. God sees me dream.
She is young and tan and a brunette and lovely in all ways. I find that her mannerisms neither amuse me nor disturb me; they fill me with another feeling. They cause me to become as curious as a newborn baby, wondering forever and always just what it is that made her so perfect. Just what made me so lucky. I know the answer, and i miss my father, and i hope one day we will meet again and he can meet my Eve and see my happiness so that it will reflect in his eyes and he will also find peace and see that i am not troubled or lonely and that i am complete but i still want Him near me.
I want the purity of our love to bleed into the hearts of my sisters and all those who court them.
But Eve flickers. And she falls from me and i always fear she will never return and i float through the darkness of illusions, hoping the currents of the universe mix our waters again. I pray she is there, at least, when i wake, even if we never meet again in this dream.
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