She waits for with me.

She waits with me.

My captures  locked me in a room, tied and blindfolded, for one year. It was dark and silent; there was no one there. So I dreamed about a girl with golden hair that would blow in the warm summer breeze and her eyes sparkle like the stars in the sky, and we would go for a walk by a stream of glass, and on the other side, a field of golden daffodils swayed. I can taste her soft, sweet lips. They came and unlocked the door. Then I heard a loud blast, and my girlfriend came back. But it was not a dream; we went back down to the glass stream.