She Was

She dreamed of someone who couldn’t quite be placed.
Someone who didn’t quite belong with the background of light blues and greens and purples. 
Someone she’d never seen before. 
But how is that possible?
You can’t dream of someone you’ve never seen before?
She was. 

She was dreaming in such color that it was an almost unbearable combination of neons and pastels. 
The someone was sitting on a large, chair-like form of silk and flowers. 
Dahlias, Zinnias, Begonias, Hydrangeas, and Orchids. 
It was an endless seat of pure nature. 
Nothing that could ever become real life. 

It was obviously a dream. 
But yet she felt awake. 
And she fell. 
Fell into the roses. 
And she was gone.