A Dream By Tabu
I was under the weather on a [weekend] afternoon. Sipping [green water], I felt bored inside. Such a life ain’t what I desire!
Suddenly the doorbell rang. [Miss Dior] came to my sweet surprise. She looked ever so lovely with a snow-white [scarf] and [deep red versace jeans]. We kissed and her cherry lip tasted [caramel].
“What brings you here? [Nina] I’m dying to see you.”
“[Bobbi] honey, I’ve got a dear gift for you.” She said excitedly.
“It won’t impress me much however expensive it is.”
She gave me a secret smile and brought out a [rocaille].
“Hey, a shell. Where did you get this, on sandy beach?”
“[Dune], to be exact. And drop this in a glass of [green water], you’ll see a [miracle]!” (来源：http://www.EnglishCN.com)
“C’mon, don’t beat around the bush.”
“I’m no kidding. Try it or you’ll regret.”
I followed her instructions and I had a glass of solution. The [rocaille] dissolved into [fleur]!
“What can this be?” I wondered, “[Hypnotic poison]?”
“Greater than that. Just drink it and you’ll see [blue rose]. It’s incredible.”
“But baby, if you want roses, I’ll buy you. You name the color: red, white, yellow, pink---”
“Anything but [blue rose].”
I was more confused. This confusion reached its climax when I swallowed the strange liquid.
I couldn’t remember the savior. I knew I was taken to a [safari] of [fantasm].
In front of me, there was a [giant castle] on top of a hill. Someone was waving to me so I was invited. At the [red door No.19] of the mysterious castle, stood a [beautiful] lady dressing a delicate [tiffany], which was a certain kind of [organza]. She put out her hands friendly. Her smile was a [poem], which made me [spellbound].
“You may call me [Madam Rochas]. Please en[joy] our [soiree].”
The house was built [Byzantine. Amazone light] was shining down through the windows. It was a [sacred fantasia].
“Madam, you said there’s a [soiree]. Then, where’re the other guests?”
“Do you expect more people? Not everyone can come to [Dunhill]. I’m a narcist.”
“I say narcissus, [Chole narcissus]. I also plant basil, vanilla and [sun-flowers].” Madam Rochas showed me around her place. She had an [alluring] French [accent]. She’s so [desirable] that I’d [envy] her husband if she had one.
A sculpture made of [rare gold] impressed me much. It was a graceful woman in full length.
“This is [Donna-Karan], [diva] in [Versailles].” Madam Rochas introduced before I jumped to ask.
“She’s my older sister who was born in [Paris]. Pool girl, killed in the [5TH Avenue] when she performed in New York.” Madam Rochas sighed and passed me a crystal cup that was shaped like [calyx].
“ I hope you’ll like this [burberry green tea]. It’s called [Happy For Man].” I was sort of shivered by her alluring [suggestions]. I dared not [touch] the cup.
“ You’re not in the [mood], are you? Forget about [ realities].”
She got closer to me and my breath was taken away. Unexpectedly, the [organza] was off her body.
“Madam Rochas, I’m, I ----”
She whispered sexily: “ Call me [Shalimar]” The shadow of her face drowned me. I was damned helpless.
Sweat, secretion, scent----
It turned out to be a dream, a [Salvador Dali]-style dream.
Have you had such [dreams by tabu].