crowned maiden

I awake yesterday morning, as I have in the past, grasping to a thought, an impression, with vague awareness that gelled only long enough for me to provide the brief description I will attempt right here. There was a woman beautiful, but the details of her face are lost to waking awareness. Her hair was dark, it may have been long or short, it seems that it is likely it was dark and thick. Her head was rounded by a gold band a crown that could have been a couple inches from top to bottom. There where clearly letter in the back, empty spaces had be cut out so that there could be. I have the impression of trying to read what was written there, and the words changing, being unfixed, and the word on this band could have been other words until it settled on the one that I remember it being. Which was Memory.