The Sun, the Moon and Beautiful

"The stars are shining more than ever tonight, are they not?" My shaded lover who sat next to me talking in the most loveliest of whispers.

I lay back onto the tall green grass, its silkiness tickling my lower bareback. I look up at the twinkling stars. They had a very electric and coordinated look to them, as if they were placed there one by one by the hands of God. They shone brighter than every lamp I have ever seen but...they don't feel real.

I turn my head to look at the mysterious but perfect person who was next to me, my strawberry blonde hair picking up all the stray bugs and plants from the ground in the process.

"Yeah, I guess they are shiny. I have seen shinier though." I answer in response.

A couple of minutes go by, a silence of a lifetime. He stared at me for a while until he laid down beside me his vest crinkling. I could see his face more greatly. He wore a rounded mask that had a weird crescent moon on the side of it. This man. My lover? Also seemed fake, and unreal.

He grabbed hold of my naked waist and pulled me in for a deep hug. His face buried itself into my patterned crop top and water started flowing everywhere. My chest feeling wet and salty, I stayed still. Even if I wanted to move I don't think I could. He was strong for such a thin...man.

"Don't leave, don't ever push me away, don't ever wake up. Let me lay with you for a little bit longer." he sobbed for around ten minutes, his words were the only real things I could feel from him. It felt as if he knew every step I was going to take.

The sun started to rise and I could feel myself getting more tired, I couldn't comprehend what was happening or what will but this man that has cried into my chest for the last couple of minutes is not mine, he is not mine. He is no one's and I will need to leave him.

I gently push this man off of me and he slowly pulls away, with tears in his eyes I stand up. He looks up at me from the green grass, and his robotic shape took a hold. He wore a lot of orange and had a very jester-like type of outfit on. The smoothness of the felt on the pants shone and his vest held the colours of which he was, Yellow like the sun and orange like the rays that shone down from it.

The paradise he created for me started to turn into a bluish grey, the grass dying, from what was once a flourishing green wonderland to a hay-like weed. The sun is starting to set again, the sky becoming a deep blue, I feel like I could drown in it. It's as if he wanted to turn back time so I would sit back down with him and let him lather me with hugs and words of kindness.

"I can't stay. I need to go live my real life." I tell him.

He puts his wooden orange head into his hands and howls loudly, like a wolf on a full moon. His whines hurt my ears but I can not stay any longer. His mechanical fingers seem to of started to rust like this dream was coming to a end.

I turn to walk away into the nearby fog slowly but surely getting more and more tired.

I fell into a deep sleep.