It felt like I had only just drifted off when the dream coalesced around me. My parents' farm. Before it even finished fully forming I was turning to scan the surroundings. “You may as well show yourself, Michel, I know this is your doing.” “Was it the location or the dress, ma douce?” He walked out of the nearby trees, sauntering in his lovely black outfit, hands in pockets, beguiling smile on lips. I glanced down at what I was wearing; a long softly flowing apricot coloured dress, low neckline, full skirt, with bare feet. I wasn't sure apricot was my colour, but Michel had a tendency to pick colours well. This choice was either for my benefit, I love orange and in any shade, or I actually could get away with wearing it. “Nice, but the location did it,” I replied. “I shall have to branch out a bit more in future then.” “Why are you here, you know I said don't push?”
