What does that look mean?
Hesistant and cautious, her gentle eyes look not into mine, but into another world that exists beyond them, one I have yet to discover myself. It seems, when in this ethereal world, she treads on thin ice, about to fall through. But is she really worried so much of falling? Knowing the risk of falling, she continues to face the fall; she is ready, even, for the plunge. And I cannot say that I wouldn't be willing to jump in after her.
I look again, and she has looked away. Did it happen? Am I here? Where is here, and when? What? I've turned delirious again. A thousand and one times have I seen this look on her face and a thousand and one times has it vanished with the same swiftness that it once appeared. I know now, it was a dream, nothing more...