When the night is over and the morning comes, the boy with white skin and dark brown hair touches her throat softly with his fingertips. There's so much time to love, so much time to touch each others naked skin. Sensitivity in his hands, goose bumps from one touch. Kisses have never been so sweet, and strawberries have never been so sour. He made the nightmares go away and shattered dreams are now a reality as the sun rises. A gasp of breath and the evil has left once again. Nothing is the same but everything is perfect. A boy with white skin and dark brown hair heals so much pain that once were there, one touch with magical hands and birds are flying higher than ever before. Butterflies got coloured in the finest colours and flies away too, higher, higher. It's not a dream because the breaths are real and smells of mint. The bowl with strawberries is actually empty, someone’s stomach is full.

But, as the night falls in and the shadows becomes alive again, boy with white skin and dark brown hair may not be able to sing lullabies for crying babies anymore. Magical hands may not work, evil takes place again and spirits arises from their graves on cemeteries. Magical hands are trying, kisses on bodies do calm down a bit but evil is stronger and will always be.