Date: 5/23/2017

By LadyLuna321

We can all be beautiful in our dreams. We need only believe it. I was beautiful. I was at a party and the world had ended. I was something else then. I was powerful, I was real. We were all superheroes, or Gods, or maybe fallen angels. All the same. We were intoxicated, and in love, and she asked for a miracle. So I reach toward the sky and a cloud grows bright red in the light of dusk and lightning strikes my hand and I can feel it. I can't even explain the sensation, it's so beyond a burn or a shock. But I took it and smiled, and I absorbed it, and I put all that energy and love into a kiss. That was her miracle, the heat between us. The shock of our touch. I was in love. And then I woke up.