I clasped his hands
Burning roses struck my heart
─hot blood invading my veins
I laid in his smile
It was an art
We blinked rhythmically together
Once, twice, thrice, and then
─it rains
The sun left, the clouds came
His hands suddenly disappeared from mine
He was shrinking, shrinking, shrinking
But then I realized
─it was just me waking
Differentiate your daydreams from reality.