[ WP ] You fall asleep and dream . While you dream , you take pictures . When you wake up , you discover that the pictures are on your camera .

You're married. You're married and it's beautiful and the sun makes his brilliant blue eyes sparkle as he looks at you and brushes a dark curl back and you're breathless as you snap the camera. 
 
 `` Your turn.'' you smile and step down from the marble stair, your dress billowing out behind you as you hand him the camera ( carefully of course ) and flounce towards the carved bench, deigning to arrange yourself on it with a dignified half-smile. 
 
 He makes a face, rolling his eyes and grimacing, and your resolve breaks, falling into a smirk. 
 
 `` Jerk.'' but you ca n't halt the smile that stretches across your face and you just want to laugh and cry and sing and mostly yell to the heavens that he is yours and you are his. 
 
 And as you stand and you cross the space and pull him close, his arms wrap around you and all you can do is marvel at this perfectly imperfect man that you love, the storm in his eyes rages only for you and the ebony curls curl so well beneath your fingers and his lips, parted slightly, are made for yours and you reach up on your toes and press yours against his and- 
 
 You wake in an instant. Immediately your fingers stretch out but meet only blank space, grasp only at cold sheets. 
 
 *you know better. * 
 
 You dissolve into silent sobs, curled into your bed in the darkness. 
 
 the photographs sit at the bottom of your bag, waiting. 

