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In this perfect world of mine, even i know perfection is Overrated..

The entrance has two doors, each are marble and crafted elegantly.

Past these doors resides a large room that is candle lit.
a whisp of the scent of cinnamon and vanilla. the room has no walls, just windows. Its not on this earth; but high in the sky, floating with the stars that pass us. There is a bed, that has black, thin, fabric hanging around it. the sheets lined with red and purple.
All one room, several glass collums in a straight line, roman styled. further past that is an area that has a black guitar with golden strings, which playing on its own, sounded mesmorising, with the rich sounds of familiar songs. plucking each string in a wave of beauty. then next to that guitar, is the masterpiece.
A chrystal Piano, on which the keys are made of chrome. and the sounds it illuminates off are visibly silver, surrounded by a cloud of a sweet rose fragrence.

Each instrument playing together in perfect harmoney, playing songs that sounded like they were crafted by God.
I rested in the black red and purple bed, playing with the stars, wrapped in my loves arms. Who held me fast in a safe embrace, which binded me in Love.

In that, i fell into a peacful slumber, with the taste of his lips on mine.