Untitled

    I woke with a start. I was back in my own comfortable bed, with it's soft, silk purple duvet over me. Maybe it was just a dream, so I thought. I glanced out of the window to see that it was snowing. In the distance, I saw a woman all in white. The moonlight was showering over her, making her look as if she was glowing. She slowly turned around and gazed in my direction, just as if she knew I was looking at her. Her face was beautiful; she had long white wavy hair, cascading over her shoulders. She somehow reminded me of something familiar, as though she were a phantom of my memories...