My mind wonders when I should be actually dreaming.

I imagine a dragon coming down, setting fire to the town.
How far away is the nearest star?

I then lay thinking about the day and all that it held in its hands, and suddenly I start wondering about you.

I wonder what your wearing, and if your smiling, or even if your thinking about.
What do you think about me? Am I doing everything I can to capture your attention? Am I bringing your most sacred dreams to life?  

Do you really love me?
I close my eyes.