In the earliest mornings
where the sun is still rising
the moon is saying goodbye
I see a slight glimpse of dust
in the corner of my eye

I feel you beside me
snoring slightly
curled up with a pillow
between your feet

I ask myself
Am I dreaming

In the darkest nights
where I reach my hand towards the sky
and it's camouflaged with the pitch black
I hear your breathing
the blankets shifting

I ask myself
Am I dreaming

In the silent afternoons
when birds chirp
and the clouds fly away
to somewhere it might rain
I smell your perfume
from across the room

tell me
Am I dreaming?