  Gentle, fragile, and silky to the touch - you close your eyes, and slowly inhale deeply. The fragrance pulls your mind to fields where daydreams roam, clouds float like foam on invisible waves, and the wind sweeps through your hair like the fingers of a lover. For just one moment reality succumbs to the dream - the dream often smothered under the noise and bustle of everyday life. In those fleeting moments you realize that the dream may not be just a frigment of your imagination; rather, it could be a possibility. Then, suddenly, it comes to an abrupt stop, sending the dream flying through the air like a casualty of an accident. You pricked your finger. Your eyes flashed open as drops of blood fell on the silky petals smearing the artistic masterpiece of the rose - your dream is over. One thorn is sometimes all that is needed to kill a dream. 
