Falling from the Nightmares into Sweet Winter Dreams
~A sequence of Selenity and Endymion's wishes~
Part: 1/1
By: Loralei Fairhill
Rated: PG
Genre: Silver Millenium



	As I was digging through my "story drawer" 
I came upon this. It isn't very long, and I don't 
think it's very good, but I had this feeling that 
it was time to re-release it. I sent this in to 
a list that I used to be on, and they seemed 
to enjoy it very much. But that was back . . . 
way back in March. Since then, the story 
remained hidden in my many sheets of 
paper, pads, and pens that I have strewn all 
over my desk (and my mothers ^^;) and my room. 
I discovered it amongst the first pages of 
End of the Charade that I had written. I knew 
that it was time to have other people read it. 
	Special thanks go out to Anon Masako, 
because I couldn't for the life of me remember 
which song I had used for this fic! ^^; Thanks 
girl, I owe you one.
	Now, on with the story! heeł




	The music drifted slowly towards 
the heavens. He could hear her voice bend 
and sway, dancing with the chords and 
arpeggios. He knew she sang only for him.

§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤
Spend all you time waiting
for that second chance,
for a break that would make it okay.
There's always some reason 
to feel not good enough,
and it's hard at the end of the day.
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release.
Memory seep from my veins.
Let me be empty
oh and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤

	"I wish . . . more than anything . . . 
more than life . . . more than dreams . . ." 
her lotus-colored eyes seemed to say, "I 
wish . . . thou couldst love me . . . 
angel. . . ."
	"Angel . . ." he echoed. He had 
waited a very long time for this moment, 
for her words to wash over him like the 
soothing ocean's tide, to put him at 
peace. He had longed for it, yearned 
for it, then made it his reality. Or 
was it still just a dream?

§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤
in the arms of the angel.
Fly away from here,
From this dark, cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie.
You're in the arms of the angel.
May you find some comfort here.
§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤

	She bent down, her face dangerously 
close to his, and she whispered, "I wish 
thou couldst love me . . . end my falling 
nightmares. Start my sweet winter dreams. 
Fade the darkness and shine your light. 
Forgive me. . . ."
	"Forgive me my tresspass, sweet 
angel," he mumbled as he drew her face 
closer to his and gently kissed her lips. 
She drew back, frightened.
	"Dost thou love me truly, my prince?"
	"Yes, forever, my princess. Thou 
didst know from the start my mind better 
than I." And he kissed her again, sweetly.
	"Is it true, or am I dreaming? 
Have I gone to heaven to stay?" She kissed 
him back, twining her hands through his 
silky ebony hair. Then she pulled back; 
a beam of moonlight shone down next to 
them. "They call me. I must go. . . ." 
A single tear made its solitary path down 
her alabaster cheek. He brushed it tenderly 
away with his thumb, and gently kissed her 
eyelids. 
	"No more nightmares, my love. 
Only sweet dreams, keep dreaming sweet 
dreams. . . ."

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You're so tired of the straight line,
and ev'rywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back.
Storm keeps on twisting.
Keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack.
It don't make no diff'rence
escaping one last time.
It's easier to believe
in this sweet madness, 
oh this glorious sadness 
that brings me to my knees
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***   
	He awoke.
***
   	She awoke.
***   
	He looked up at the moon.
***   
	She looked down at the earth.
***   
	Together they said: 
"I fell from the nightmares . . . 
into sweet winter dreams. . . ."

§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤
in the arms of the angel.
Fly away from here,
From this dark, cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie.
You're in the arms of the angel.
May you find some comfort here.
§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤§¤




Sooo? How bad, how good, how anything 
was it? 
Comments, questions, criticisms and 
compliments accepted and encouraged! ^_^ 
Send them here: Loralei1300@aol.com
Flames will be used to light the torch 
I need to become a spelunker. . . . *major 
sweatdrop*