Her blue eyes sparkled in the pale moon light. The bright green summer grass was wet and springy under her small bare feet. As she walked she thought about how peaceful it was, as if the world had completely stopped. The oly sound that could be heard were the crickets, singing their nightly lullaby. She rounded the large oak tree , with its low bough brushing its soft, green leafs across her forehead.
He was standing alone under the stars, starring anxiously, breathlessly at the large oak. He tried in vain to hear footsteps, but all he could hear were the crickets singing softly. A gentle wind began blowing and he turned his head to face the breeze. From the corner of his eye he saw movement. When he saw her, he thought he was in a dream, beauty like that, like her, just was not earthly.
Her eyes found his deep brown eyes almost instantly. She suddenly found herself speechless, without a thought in her head. She was conscious of her every movement, and how nervous she must seem. This was all knew to her.
She started walking towards him, and his heart beat began picking up. He thought his heart might break right out of his chest. Her white cotton dress billowed dreamily around her knees.
Her eyes fluttered opened, and she saw the dust dancing in the morning sunlight. Her head was still to heavy from her dream. She lay still, hoping to fall back into sleep, back into dremaland.
As his eye lids slowly opened, he was vividly reminded of the dream he had been enjoying. She has been a vision of pure beauty, dressed in white cotton.