It was a jewelry store. Or a store that sells crystals, hanging from the ceiling. She worked behind a long glass counter and all those mirrors reflected light in and around everything else.

Tall, short dark hair and silver earrings that caught that light and threw it right back. Eyes the colour of blue marbles. She walked down the length of the counter as I came in but said nothing. Where there other customers? I don't remember. But there was music, a calliope, like from a carousel. And the little glass horses, the minature ones on the counter, spun around as the music played. She did a spin to match their movement and her feet left the floor.

And I woke up.