Vol. 4: Mason to Haru - Chapter 98

Haru

Dreams were like a mixture of reality and fantasy. Nothing seemed or felt real, yet there you were, seeing and experiencing everything. It was like you were in a movie theatre and watching a film, only this one you were part of the film, interacting with the characters.

In my dream, I saw some very beautiful colors, bright and vibrant, of an assortment of flowers, bushes, and cherry blossom and magnolia trees. I saw an array and layers of kimono silks wrapping around a slender body. I saw long, silky dark hair framing a delicate, beautiful face; a face that was gazing at me, at a mirror.

I was staring at myself, and I looked like a dolled-up young lady back in the Heian era of Japan. To say she was breathtakingly beautiful was an understatement. I didn’t have any doubt most men would fall at her feet, for sure.