Woman from my dreams
She sat cross-legged in a white dress. It was a hot day, but the shade of the umbrella and the breeze made it comfortable.
A teacup rested beside a book she had stopped reading, distracted by something happening near the fountain.
The green gardens and tall hedges were beginning to bloom, small buds of flowers appearing among the leaves.
Suddenly, the glass table darkened, and she was transported to the middle of the universe. A can of paint and a pair of overalls materialized beside her, and the plans for a new nebula lay rolled up near the paint.
With a brush still tucked in her pocket—one she had forgotten she carried—she began to paint the nebula. When she finished, she was sent back to the exact spot where she had been sitting, before the tea had time to grow cold.
