There was but a respite of light from the dark, of warmth from the cold. Wrapped up tightly in a walking daydream, and exposed the depths of her soul. She knew not the hour, or the day of the week he had stolen her heart away. She knew only his kiss and the smile on his lips, as he held her and bid her to stay. She awoke with a start, clutching her heart, as she brought into focus the room. She could naught but stare at the man lying there, make-believing he was you.