A Dream of Respite

Perhaps his escape from the constant fighting, pain, and lamentation--dreams. 

Sitting on a bed of flowers, somehow he knew he sat in a world of dreams; overlooked by an endless, bright horizon as if the sun flared with a greeting of beauty. 

Against his back, he felt someone else's; without having to turn back or say anything, he just knew who it was. 

"Iris…" He said as he smiled smalley. 

He kept his gaze down, watching the sea of roses, lilies, osmanthus flowers along with many others, swaying gently in the passing breeze of spring. 

"Isn't it weird…? I can still smile, somehow," he said while looking up. 

There wasn't any response except for the warmth of his azure-haired lover against his back as he sat on the serene sea of nature, holding one knee tucked to his chest.