Rose Rose Red Rose

Wall to wall blood red velvety rose petals painted the floor - as far at the eyes could see.  The dome cover was a sky the hues of pre-dawn blue.  Clouds races visable over my head.  The only thing I wore was a short dress.  No, that wasn't right.  A negligee was more accurate.  Black, and so sheer, I might as well been wearing nothing.  High-waisted to support my breasts, it fell to my knees.  The sleeves came to my mid-upper arm but were slit to expose more.  The material was so soft, I felt like I was swathed in wind and air.

As I stepped forward, I realized I really was standing in a sea of petals.  Unseen under the petals laid a few inches of water.  As I made my way, I started to notice star shaped candled floating in the red water, serving as guides on my journey.

Finally, I stopped and before me appeared the largest four poster bass bed I had ever seen.   It was covered in red satin sheets that matched the rose petals.  Black curtains, made of material much like what I was wearing, swayed in unfelt wind.

I stared at the empty bed as if something was missing.  I turned around, as if I was expecting someone, any second, but no one came.  I turned back to the bed and then, a wisp, a shade of a shape appeared reclining on top of the sheet covers.

Moonlight Sonata started playing as I squinted and stepped closer to make out the figure.  And then I growled as I recognized who it was.  I jumped on the bed and waved my hands though the shape to make it dissipate into smoke.  Just because he was the only man I currently wanted in my bed doesn't mean I was going to dream about him!

I hugged a pillow to my chest and shouted enough.  No more, do something different.  The music switched to Canon in D.  No!  No! Anything but that.  That song had special meaning to me and I didn't want to be reminded of that right now.  Greensleeves I thought.  Play Greensleeves.  It started as an eerie piano version.  I sunk lower into the bed.  It was quit comfortable.

I changed my mind.  Taps, play me Taps.  I want to listen to Taps.  I laid down, singing quietly, "Day is done.  Gone the Sun."  I continued silently in my head as I closed my eyes, "From the lake, from the hills, from the sky;  All is well, safely rest, God is nigh."'

And in my dream, I slept.