Is This Real?

I open my eyes when I hear footsteps and then I see him. All of him. Just like in the portrait, he has the same clothes; the same youthful look. His emerald eyes catch mine and suddenly it feels like I would sacrifice everything to never have to leave him again.

"You are beautiful," he says, touching the side of my face and instantly I want his approval.

I can't speak because this house, his voice, my want for more is overwhelming. It's as if ...