It was a gloomy, overcast day on a tropical island paradise. I was sitting on the porch of a Victorian-era mansion that sat atop a grassy hill. In the distance, I saw a Viking ship approaching the island.
As it docked, I went down the hill to see who was arriving. It was Reese Witherspoon, and as she arrived, the clouds cleared and the sunshine illuminated the tropical paradise of Joy's Isle.
We saw each other, and I was amazed with her gorgeous sparkling blue eyes, so full of life and pure intent, and I immediately knew she would be easy to love.
Reese was in a light yellow dress, and she was barefoot. I, too, was barefoot, and we stood on the deck of her ship, looking into each others' eyes, our souls connecting. She had beautiful hands, which I affectionately held.
She said she was looking to collect flower samples for a photoshoot. Awkwardly, I said, "I can fill your vessel with flowers."
I took her by the hand and led her into a nearby field that was full of a diverse assortment of flowers. At the edge of the field was a rustic double door that didn't seem to lead anywhere.
"Where does that lead?" she inquired.
"I have no idea. It's a mystery. Wanna look?"
"Sure, let's find out."
We pushed one of the doors open, and we saw an expansive desolate field of dying grass. In the distance, we could see smoke rising from wildfires.
"Let's not go in there," I said, closing the door.
Barefoot in soft sand and grounded to the Earth, Reese and I wandered about the field, looking at the wild selection of flowers. As we explored the field, we stumbled upon a rare blue rose. I picked it and gave it to her, and I beheld her beauty as she held it over her heart, for she herself was rare. She locked eyes with me, appreciative of the rare gift, and I could not help but fall in love with her. Running my hand over her ear and through her angelic blonde hair, I softly and sensually kissed her.
I wanted to be sure Reese would have the best quality flower samples from the island, so we continued meandering through the exotic field of flowering beauty. We selected and picked a total of 49 flowers. We arranged the flowers into 7 bouquets, with 7 flowers in each, tied together with white ribbon.
Evening had now come, and I invited her to stay overnight. We started a fire on the shore of Joy's Island, roasted salmon over the fire, and had piña coladas. Cuddled up together by the fire, we made love on the beach under the stars and in the pale moonlight.
The dawn had come, and Reese left on her Viking vessel full of 49 flowers, and I felt fearless as I knew I would behold her beauty again someday.