The odds of Perfectness

The odds of perfectness

She was dancing alone in a dark corner of an alley called emptiness. With a bottle of brandy on her right hand and a stick of a halfway done cigarette. She was dancing to the tune of a song she doesnt even know.She's been there since the light that used to be there went powerless and broken. She continued to dance alone not minding the hungry eyes feasting around her. She was getting very tired dancing endlessly with the undefined music she's hearing when someone grabbed her cigarette and puffed it like it was his own. The stranger's aura gave her a hazy look at his face, completely unaware of what the cigarette stealer is up to. Suddenly, the music changed and it became an erotic yet gentle tune. The stranger threw the cigarette butt and grabbed her waist slowly leading her to dance to his own moves. The tiredness seemed to have run out of her and a sudden feeling of ecstacy run up her mind.. She put her arms around the strangers neck not letting go of the bottle of brandy. While indulging to the unexplainable sensation she is feeling. She looked around and the eyes that has been watching her slowly faded away.She felt secured. She gulped the brandy when the stranger whispered
"How long have you been lost?.." She looked up to her with her round eyes.
"I have never been found....." She murmured.. The stranger held her tightly and whispered again, right on her ears.
"Thats because youve always been mine...." She closed her eyes trying to savour the words still lingering on her confused mind. Who is this Stranger? How did he found me? Those thoughts drifted away as she slowly fell asleep..smiling.

She woke up with the smell of flowers. She opened her eyes and realized she was in a field of flowers.. A place she always dreamt of. The sun is just rising and its still quite dark..She looked around and found what she was looking for. Sitting few steps from her looking at the velvet sunrise.
"Who are you....?" She asked, while shes behind the guy trying to pick a yellow tulips.
"I.. am your imagination." She felt her heart suddenly beat so fast.. She let go of the flower and just when it reached the ground, the stranger slowly faded away into the light of the rising sun.

She remained clueless, unable to move, unabale to think. Unable to move on.
Until now, she is standing in the field of flowers, waiting for an answer.