A picture of a young woman flashed in my mind. She stood in a magnolia dress that seemed to bloom around her, soft and graceful as the flower itself. The fabric caught the light with a gentle shimmer, its creamy-white folds brushing against her legs like whispered petals. There was something serene about her presence an elegance that didn't demand attention but quietly held it, like the calm beauty of a magnolia in full bloom. Her face was blurry but I can feel her beautiful smile that could fill even the emptiest heart.Her long brown hair drifted like a quiet stream, each strand catching the light as if it remembered the sun. It moved with the breeze, soft and unhurried, veiling the blur of her face in a tender calm. There was a hush in the way it fell gentle, serene, almost like a whisper that never needed words. She was calling out my name like a mother calling and waiting for her little son. Beside her stood a figure but instead of a blurry picture,he had his back turned.the woman on the beautiful dress held his hand as she was calling out for me. I hesitated but was stunned when the boy finally turned.That face, I can see his face, and it's looks so much like him. Then he reached out his hand calling my name.
"Podie? Podie?". I snapped out of it and noticed that it was just a Paramnesia, but it feels so real like a part of me that I had forgotten.And why was he there. I looked at him and wondered maybe it's was just someone that looked like him but also the woman,who was she. I looked at Jonathan and he had a concerned look on his face. I had fallen in to trance while he was telling me about his mother
"Are you alright?, You were in trance. Did you remember something?". I looked at him and shook my head. It's better if I don't tell him now.i don't even know how he would help a suspect like me. The portrait was almost done. I kept staring at the picture of the woman I had painted and felt a reminiscence feeling. Could she be the woman in that dream I just had. I felt a warm hand on my head caressing softly and gently like it afraid to hurt it.
"You keep zoning out, how about we take a break? come on inside and have some snack". I reluctantly followed him wanting to get my mind away from thinking about the vision I just had. we got inside and there was already like a feast on the dining table. he made all that?.for who?. He saw the shocked look on my face and laughed
"I didn't know what you would like".He murmured, rubbing the back of his neck, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips.
" It's okay". I said smiling back at him. who orders a feast just because they want a portrait. this is not a banquet I got amazed of the pictures on his wall, it's just a collective pictures of the Mongolia flowers but then there was a picture that caught my attention a picture of his mother with her beautiful smile but she was putting on the exact dress of that woman I saw.