this morning
I did not wake up in my own bed,
the last thing,
I remember
was the silhouette in the doorway
THEIR silhouette in the doorway.
and I know this is real.
yet I digress
I propose this is a dream,
consequently
in true half-awake fashion,
the silhouette slips away from me.
so I slip deeper into sleep.
this cycle isn't too kind, you see.
I find myself on repeat.
day dreaming of THEM
between THEIR sheets
for what could this mean?
I dreamt of times spent
dancing in rain.
drinking hot tea, watching droplets
plummet down glass pains.
rosie cheeks and fogged spectacles,
yet, they collectively,
look a bit skeptical.
the clouds seem to say,
who need NETFLIX AND CHILL,
when we could climb that tree?
when we could get sidetracked,
you and me.
side by side,
we find synchronized breathing.
will you help me,
decipher this hidden meaning?
here I find rays gleaming.
since when did YOU and I,
become we?
I'm not even sure that you fancy me.
this notion fills my head.
rays streaming
through the glass pains.
this afternoon, around about three.
I did not wake up in my own bed.
the last thing,
I remember
is that I thought this was a dream.