She has this dream

She has this dream where she's sitting on the beach in a flowing, white dress, it's pouring down with rain, the air still as the waves crash gently along the shore line. Just sitting...waiting, almost catatonic, for you. If everything could ever feel this real forever, in a breath she would stop time. After all, you do know best. Going nowhere the tears start to fall down her cheeks. A very mad world, she says as she takes another breath. She sits cross legged, playing with the sand, quenching it between her toes, remembering you. She has this dream where she turns around and you walk through the door to her picture frame, her home.  There's a bright, yellow sunflower in your hands, and a full moon behind you;  stars glitter across the nights sky. Her eyes are open but she can't seem to see you. You're her dream. The rain falls around her, on her, drenching her body and drowning her soul but a look into your eyes sets her free. She knows no one can get to close to touch, to feel what she feels but this dream is so real. You are the one who makes her feel alive, and with you, the man dressed in black has disappeared. No longer is she haunted by the beast. Even if he was a protector, he made her feel fear, anxiety, she couldn't cope. She has this dream where you show up unexpectedly and kiss her gently in the rain. You hold her in the bath, candles lit around the two of you and you kiss her cheek. She has this dream where she wakes up and instead of being trapped in the picture frame on a rainy, cloudy day, she opens her eyes to you. She has this dream where she escapes to another realm.