Walking into the room, wearing a simple thin strapped black dress, the hem floating at my ankles my hells clicking on the floor.
I walk to the dining room a table is lit the light of the candles the smell of lilacs throughout the room.
I follow the red rose petals on the floor and at the end of the hallway i push open a door
i step into a shrine, a bed full; covered in rose petals, wine chilling on the dresser, and music; something simple and sweet.
Candles lit all around the room, you step behind me and nibble on my neck, i smile and just then i wake up in my coffin getting ready to be put into my grave.
