Love me, just love me

"Watch your step." He holds steady into our intertwined hands.
I pull my night gown higher, and for the first time I notice my feet. They're barefoot. And my gown. It's translucent and so silky to the touch, it's flowing gently from a slight breeze. I turn up to see a window high above fluttering the light as it dances on us. An owl perches on it. It stares at me and flys away.
Odd. I think.
I continue on the spiral stairs. Barley light illuminating. It catches on the railing and my breathe hitches. Beautiful. Vines and roses intertwined. It's gorgeous. I let my fingers glide over them as we descended.
      "This your home?"
"House." He corrects. "But yes, do you like it?"
        "It's stunning."
         I turn to face him and his smile lifts.
         We make our way to the living room where white sofas are displaced and a wooden coffee table with puffy biscuits and warm cinnamon milk.
     "Help yourself." He motions me onwards.
      I sit on the far side of the room, my eyes glued to all the vines hung on the ceilings. All the vines are swaying ever so gently through some breeze. And oh the greenery. It smells so earthy. And I love it. Except the vines are moving and I fear they'll come alive. Alive to twist me in the air and flung me across the room.
       "Don't worry they won't hurt you." He says when he catches me starring.
       I nod.
       "I'll be right back. I'll show you Beast."
       He leans to me, lifts my hand and plants the faintest of kisses before turning and heading in the opposite direction.
My stomach growls and my eyes dart to the food. I am hungry. Terribly so. It wouldn't hurt to grab some milk and pastries. I extend my hand, sniff it's contents, and take a small sip that turns into a chug-full. It's warming it's way inside my insides. So warm and cinnamon-y.
When I reach for a scone something in the corner of my eyes catches my attention and my hand places the mug back down as I stand and follow the shimmering, glittering thing. I bend down on the other end of the room, where the floor is lined with pots and pots of what appears to be wild flowers. Ranging in colors from a bright Orange, pastel pink, and blue-green. On the floor surrounding one pot are butterflies. Golden ones and very much dead.
I lift one up and trace my fingers over its lifeless form.
"You poor things," I whisper. And hold it to my chest before placing it back down.
Immediately, the butterflies begin twitching and then fluttering their wings drunkenly before flying away.
So odd but I find myself smiling. I stand and above the flowers are mirrors and I stop. The butterflies arranged themselves in my hair. They'd look like hair clips if it weren't for their occasional fluttering of wings.
"Oh, there you are." A voice carries.
I turn slowly and there he is.
"They like you." He points to my hair.
"Yes."
"It suits you." He clears his throat as stops inches from me, "I promised to show you Beast. Here he is."
I notice his hands. In them is a white, pure small furry thing that moves.
"It's sleeping. Sorry."
"Can I?"
"Of course."
He carefully settles the sleeping furry ball into my arms.
And it nestles on my neck, it's breathing tickling my hair strands.
"A baby bear!" I find myself shouting above a whisper.
"It's a spirit."
"Is this little thing is the one that caused so much noise?"
He nods and steps closer, so close and places both hands on either side of my face, forcing me to peer into his eyes. And I notice them for what feels like the first time. They aren't brown but golden and iridescent. His left eye is golden but his right eye is a mixture of both green and muddy brown.
      "I know you're in their," he pulls even closer than I thought possible.
    I look down at the sleeping bear, confused by his words. So I look back up expecting an answer but his lips near meet mine when I jerk back as my vision flickers and I find myself swaying from reality and fantasy and it's meshed together in a colorful mess.