Perfect

(All the writing in this set was inspired by dreams. For more info
read: 'An Explanation - 25 Dreams'.)

Everything is in shades of grey and brown, hazy, as though the air
hangs with spray and these tiny droplets, motes, catch the light. They
swirl about the room. The whole scene looks grainy.

I am in bed, under grey/brown sheets and I throw them off my grey/brown
body to stand. I have been recuperating and now I feel fine, although a
little disoriented. A lot as happened while I have been asleep. I don't
recognise this room for a start, nor do I know how I got here.

Two long windows allow beams of light into the room, pulled back from
the windows are billowing grey curtains that are the length of the
ceiling to the floor, each one tied perfectly with a grey sash, and I
know my girl has been here.

The room is average size and though the King Size bed is almost in the
centre of the room, the room is dominated by something else entirely.
At the far wall, past the foot of the bed, are half a dozen enormous
flowers, their heads brushing the ceiling. Their scale is terrifying
and beautiful. From them, the only colour in the room. Grey stems rise
out of the ground and end in bright, red petals, so vivid it is as
though they are freshly painted and still wet.

She enters the room with a brown paper bag cradled in each arm, smiling
at me as she enters and shutting the door with her back.

I tell her I am feeling better and she is very happy. She begins
unloading groceries.

I could live here forever.